Writing completes me. I love sunsets, sunrises, and clouds more than most people can fathom. It takes awhile for me to let people inside my true world. I am both stronger and weaker than you know. I enjoy the simplicity of roaming around doing errands in the presence of good company. I crave depth in all genres of existence. I'll only share coffee with you if I trust you. All things that sparkle intoxicate me. If I could, I would eat only pancakes and apple pie for the rest of my life. I am addicted to punctuating and capitalizing. I wish more people used 'your' and 'you're' appropriately. I find myself less deserving than others. I prefer squares to circles. I can never have enough photographs of life and its occurrences. I waver restlessly between belief and hopelessness. There is a distinct purpose for everything I do. There are details about myself I have yet to discover; I intend to unveil them. I take quotations extremely seriously. Saying that LOVE is important to me, is quite an understatement. I choose the color of my slurpee straws based upon my current mood upon purchasing. I want a huge library. Two words that inspire me are: three & genuine. Making decisions based on what I'd like to do it not my forte. I relate everything comparatively. I am inconsistent; nevertheless, at my core, I exist to glorify Jesus Christ.
There are few things I often ponder; the rest of me is just details. I love the Lord, because I am nothing without Him. I desire to make my life a result of that claim. I love my family; I will always hold on to hope. God does all things well. I love those people in my life who are my beloved friends. Life should not be lived in solitude; we were created to go through life together. I love to laugh. It reminds me that life is enjoyable. I love to teach. May my learning never cease. I love to read. The power of words organized for a purpose is pure. I love to write poetry. It is my favorite way to express my honest heart. I love to love; the need is great. I cannot fathom Christ's love for His wavering children. I love to gaze upon the mastery of God's creation. A day with strategically placed clouds helps to make my heart still. The Lord blessed me with a guy who has a growing relationship with Jesus Christ. He is someone who will laugh and be stupid with me sometimes, when the world seems all too serious. He is someone that also feels that this world is not his home. He is someone to go running with in the sunshine or at the beach. He is someone to play basketball with or just be myself with. He is a guy to look at old photos with, take drives with, and he is someone that I can talk to about anything and everything. He is someone who makes me better, just by being himself with me; we are better together. He is a guy that cares about what really matters in this life, and wants to go through it together. He is someone who will listen to me while I read him my poems. He is someone to cuddle under a big blanket with while reading the Bible or any book. He is a guy that can talk about his past at times, because going through it, has made him who he is today. He is a guy that will hug me, kiss me on my forehead, hold my hand and accept the wonderful along with the depths. He is a guy that will be willing to listen to my story, and understand that it helps explain who I have become. He is someone who epitomizes genuine. He is someone who will stay.
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