Everyone is saying the same thing:

     Pray. Listen. Wait.
     It will be okay.
     Things will all work out.
     They will fall into place in right time.

They are all right. And I have no problem with any of those things, for—like I said—they are right.

However, I need something now.
Am I being impatient?
No. I’ve been waiting.
And waiting.

This isn’t a lack of patience, this is a natural emotional response to being deprived of that which I’ve so thirsted for, for such an extended period of time—with no satiation.

I need something tangible, something real. 
I need something to chew on, something to taste.
I need something to make me come alive inside.

Melting.

Fading.

Frailing.

Giving into

What has always been yours to keep.

My lungs are weary and my body is weak.

I close my eyes and I see a corridor.

A corridor of smallness yet expansive to no end.

I feel so full. So filled.

So empty; so vulnerable.

Breathe in deeply this dank air, though it is still crisp and cool, like the Night.

This is it? 
I thought this was it.

Perhaps I am wrong.

Perhaps all I needed was a little push.

A little push o’er the edge.

To the drop.

To the hang.

To the freefall.

To the lack of security.

T the henceforthing drums of silence.

To the fearsome boom of tears.

Here I am now.

Asleep, yet so awake.

I fear my capability.

If I can do this; if I can function and write and think and act and work and fly.

What happens if I snap?
What happens if I give in??

No.

NO.

No.

No.

No! 

unhappyhipsters:

“If the stench of his wind was regrettable and intoxicating, it was nothing compared to the realisation that he couldn’t open any of the windows.” -image/caption submitted by Nicole S.

(Photographer: Patrick Reynolds)

theheadandheart:

chahlie:

alt + reblog = wavy

Holy crap that’s awesome. Glad I tried it. 

You’re the one that I want.

You’re the one that I want.

For the rest of my life.

sanctimonium:

If God has ever turned your life around, I hope you will be impacted by this.