– John Piper (via kissthewave)
Who dares despise the days of small things
I’ll be 22 in like a week. What’s the age limit for being cool on tumblr like 24? Dang
April 8, 2014 in the late night early morning of spring. The sky is dark on this side of the Earth and It’s dark on this side of my bed as I look at the cloud colored ceiling. Hearing the wind swarm through the teeth of the vent in this spirit filled home. Sleep is trying to force a relationship but I’ve rejected it’s company . Seems too vulnerable for me. Too huge to grasp. The wind ceases now all I hear is my breathe and the rattling of cars speed down the streets of the murder capital. Where are they going? I wonder who they are and what type of life they live. Strangely I can hear the silence in my room. Its drawing me. But It resembles the sound of anxiety. There is too much space to think and be here. I’d rather hear the noise. In the quiet I must worship. That’s what I presume. There are no distractions visible. Uncontrollably I distract myself. I’m fighting because I want to be with you. I’m fighting in the empty space of my spirit. In this spirit filled home where I roam.