WRITE

I write because I have to. I write because it keeps me pure. Keeps me holy. Keeps my sanity. I write because my words are profound and detailed to the point of causing joy, sadness and heartbreak all @ the same time.

 Im chasing a high right now.
A high that cannot be caught.
A high that cannot be bought.
That can't be grasped or held under glass.

In searching for God. Is that true? Where does he live? I know. He lives inside of me. He's standing right in front of me. He's above me, behind me. He's everywhere and yet nowhere.
         
My soul is so sensitive. Why God? Will he hurt me? Will he abuse me? Or should I trust in him fully and completely because that's what I do for you? 

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