take time off to see the world,
with wide open-ed eyes but a hardened heart,
with shut eyes but a wide open heart.

take the handphones of routine off,
you're hearing the cars roll past, and the trees fall,
but you ain't listening, ain't listening to nature's cry.

all i ask of you,
to look deep down inside,
to hear the pauses between the silence,
to feel the abscence of all things worldy,
to get a taste, a whiff , a sniff.

Of the scent of God.


nothing in this
whole damn world
don't mean a thing
if i ain't got you with me baby

when were emo lyrics written just for the sake of writing them?
don't you sometimes wish that you could caress flames?
I sometimes wish i wasn't fighting this, like i could let go.
But i am reminded:

by Paul in 2 Corinthians 5:17
–“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”

I'll fight.


Such a heartfelt-probably no one is going to understand-weird-disjointed-warm post.

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