my reception your perception I think is off. it gets easier and easer to turn my channel off.
though watching you read through the static lines is a little endearing all the effort you put forth to keep on hearing. hearing nothing though. cause i have a broken voice box i would know. it only comunicates in mixed feelings and nonsense. we'd both be better off with a smoke signal or a simple sign of distress. the one im wearing around my neck.. cause its what im feeling. I feel it all the time I hate im prone on reeling in lies. God You like to put things together and take them apart it might hurt a little but sort through my heart. im dreary and weary and tired of explaining that i feel weird. I want to be solid and to know your near. I know im not ready for a grave yet ive already started digging it just to be safe. I don't want him coming home to find is lover abondoning him,, lying on the floor cold. it cant! it cant happen. He needs me and I make him happy, He creates a softness I want to give back to be full circle I can't have any lack. Lord deliver me so that I can bless him, ease his mind, God posses me.
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There is a girl that stands in the sunlight outside the mouth of a cave...the cave is calling her name...she is lost and alone and the sunlight is too much to bear for she cannot delight in it with the distress that burdens her soul...the cave calls to her promising a quiet place, an ecompassed space..where she can sleep and dream dreams that turn to haze... mesmerized until all is gone and cold bones hidden never tell of what went on....of life that's gone...
The invitation is so aluring but at the same time she hates that she is standing there...she hates that she is listening...she hates that the hollow voice is heard inside her soul...
As she stands faint from strain she hears a Voice calling her by name. She knows the Voice and drops to her knees as the Man walks towards her through the trees. She looks down to the dagger in her hand....to wounds that reflect the pain in her soul and wishes He had not found her so. Filled with shame tears fall freely down her face...the wounds cannot be erased.
His gentle eyes see all as He kneels down beside her...He see's her desperate soul.. His loving arms surround her.He has come. He has come for her again.
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