What do people mean to me? Those I care for, those I don't...are they empty shells? Are they light enshrouded in earth, like I like to believe? God's breath resides in everyone, right?
What is there to us temporal creatures...to me? I'm so confused, at how meaning eludes me, lying on my shoulders like a cloak. I know there's something there, and that it weighs on me; I just can't comprehend it.
Then again, what if there is nothing there? What if I draw myself wings, and pretend like I did as a little girl, and behind the figments is air? Just the sad lonely air.
Doesn't the air sustain me? Breath gives me life, it is of God...so maybe there's never nothing material there. Perhaps thought can be trusted? Maybe there's a reason for hope? Maybe it doesn't need substance to be important...
Despair sits there, in the corner...do you see it? It wants to suck down light...it's always hungry. Is that what thought and hope save me from, and sustain me through?
I think so...I think.
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I'm a Christian and I love the fantasy genre. This journal will most likely be centered around my ideas. If it doesn't like anyone's responding to my opinion, then I will most likely lose interest.
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