hmph

I keep forgetting through busyness how much I thirst for music, how much is makes me feel as if life has meaning. When everything else tares apart at me and when I feel like taring myself apart, there is still music, there is still that passion in song. I can not describe what it is like to cry out to God through song, through listening to shane and shane. through listening to dashboard confessional, because it reminds me of when I hurt without Christ in my life, when I was hopelessly and painfully wandering around into no where. I want to get into creating my own music. I want o make something. People are going to fail me over and over, I am going to be torn apart from giving and from being taken from. But I will continue to, because I can always come back to music to comfort me when there is no one else around that will.

championless,
i begged you not to go, i begged you, i pleaded.
claimed you as my only hope and watched the floor as you retreated.

hope has spring a perfect dive, a perfect day, a perfect lie. a slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.

This purchased rebellion has been outdated
Denounced and rescinded and left to die
Championless, championless, championless