follow the yellow brick road.

Patterns repeat. That's what they do.
In times of great strife, patterns re-collect themselves into what they know.
Things hurt. We learn this as we travel along the same road our whole lives.
Things cut so deep that it seems incapable of being fixed.
It's only after time that you can look back and see that the cuts really weren't as deep as you thought.
Back when you thought you were destroyed, you were only let down.
When you thought absolutely no one in this world wanted to be with you,
there was someone right there - waiting in the distance.
Every time you thought you were wrong - you were right.
Whenever you knew you were right - you were wrong.
Patterns repeat. That's what we do.
We as humans are the patterns of life.
We do not follow a road; we are the road.
Our lives make up the insignificance of a moment or the importance of a second.
We are the seeds that plant the future.
Continue the patten - continue the tries.
The patterns are the things that don't make sense.
That's why there's no reason behind it.
It just is.
Follow the pattern. Follow your life.
In the end, we all end up where we're supposed to be.
In the center.

Dear God: If Only

If only we could love endlessly-
Flawlessly, with no effort.
If only the way we felt wasn’t a sin
And there were no consequences for our actions.
We could just be.
A single unit with no measure or standard.
If only I could write my feelings in the sky
For the world to see,
But it’s impossible.
The way You make me feel is indescribable,
But I can’t have You.
You’re not the easy way out
And that’s all that matters in the end right?
Taking care of myself?
What if what’s best for myself isn’t out there?
If only I could capture every second in time
Where I felt alone.
Then, could I prove to You that sometimes we’re just helpless?
I got what I deserved, but that wasn’t good enough.
I had to have more.
I saw something and I knew at that point
IT WAS GOING TO RUIN ME,
But I loved every minute of it.
You’ve saved so much of my life
And I am forever in debt.
Why can’t You see it’s not about me
And just take me?
I won’t fight.
If only…
If only I could stop
And just be.