Many thoughts. His heart.

All hail king Jesus! All hail king Jesus!  All hail king Jesus? Yes, all hail king Jesus? As everyone sang those four words at the top of their lungs. As she led with such beautiful tone and smooth crescendo. I, for the first two times the chorus was sung, sang it too. I sang it with all of me, because, you know, it’s Sunday morning, in a charismatic church, it’s what you gotta do.  But also, what kind of Christian are you if you aren’t worshipping? My right arm, beaded and all, stringed up with my wrist wear collection from the past year, gradually being lifted above my shoulders. All hail king Jesus. My left hand following suit. But the more I sang the song. (It was sung before the service started and during it.) The harder it became for me.  The statement slowly became a question. I saw, flashed before my eyes shut tight, Doubt. Doubt like the monster you were afraid of when the light went off at night. Doubt like that character f...

I'm up. I should be asleep. I'm up thinking about the broken hearts I know. My mom's, my friend's, My other friend's friend and her friend. Her cousin, Her followers on instagram, The people whose tweets speak for them. Scarred souls, confused minds. I'm able to see right through you. And yeah just like you. I'm up at night. Oh and yeah. It's me. Hey. Me, no one. No one except the one to take you where you never really want to go. Those grey skies, deep holes. I think I mentioned the state of your soul. Voids and all. Agreed? Okay great. I need to be sure it's not only me. Now that that's covered. I hope with me you'll choose faith. Faith and freedom and hope and faith. Hope you liked my poem. It's quite frankly, a bit cheesy. Anyway, you are probably wondering what the plant's about. Well, firstly did you know that not all Ivy is poisonous? (Sorry, couldn't help it. I just found out )But...