nameless

no more games
it's only me, left alone with my fears
every certainty
has been stripped from me, and i'm losing ground

and yet it's in my weakness that You find me
and You sing a new song over me: (You say)

"I Am that I am
and My eyes will guide you;
I Am that I am
and your heart is safe in Mine"

one look inside,
i understand it's been me that's changing
the wind blows by
i'm wondering why i can't find peace of mind

and here it's in my sorrow that You find me
and You sing a new song over me: (You say)

"I Am that I am
and My eyes will guide you;
I Am that I am
and your heart is safe in Mine"

so i find myself in a sea of questions
and i'm lost inside the lies
and i hear you speaking to me
and i know You hear my cries.

yet it's here in my surrender that you find me
and you sing a new song over me: (You declare)

"I Am that I am
and My eyes will guide you;
I Am that I am
and your heart is safe in Mine"

i'm fine. really, i am.

sometimes, life throws you a curveball that knocks you square in the face and lands you on your backside in front of a crowd. and sometimes, life throws you a curveball that's a bit off course, but you manage to hit it and turn it into a homerun.

i'm just wondering which kind of pitch this is.

consumer's choice

a salesman can pitch a product all day long, and make it sound larger than life, but at the end of the day it's the consumer who decides to take it or leave it. the salesman will either feel incredibly rejected or extremely successful at painting an accurate picture, and one can only hope that the buyer feels that their purchase was exceptional. and you can't bargain out of this one and take only half the product for half the price...it's all or nothing. there's no possible way you can wriggle out of it. what then?



...i never was a very good salesman.

sondre lerche. where have you been all my life?

it's very important to take your vitamins in the morning, else you end up like a zombie, sleeping on your couch for 4 hours and eating taco bell because you don't feel like cooking and sitting on the computer instead of cleaning and straightening your greasy-having-a-horrible-hair-week hair at 9 in the evening. iron supplements might seem completely obsolete to you, and you might think it in your best interest to stop taking them because they don't help anyway, but this is most definitely a lie. well, for the most part. vitamins or not, you'd be bored out of your mind with nothing to do, wouldn't you?

i really should find a hobby.

carnivaltown

i took a wrong turn and almost collided with it. a broken-yet-trying-to-stay-alive mexican carnival. in the middle of dallas. something used to happen here. this place was once alive. the place where children's dreams were made to be pirate ship rides and their hunger was soothed with funnel cakes. and we go round and round on the tilt a whirl, trying to forget our worries and cares.