A Full LifeA man, who hasnever tried to harmanother man,lies awakeand wonders.
Skeleton/Vapor"Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life?It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away" (James 4:14)You could trace each of your veins with permanent marker, a crossed out road map,a black web missing its spider. You could trace your fingers on the wet ink and follow your bloodas it leaves your heartand slides down your arm then through your fingertipsbefore it reaches the pointed edge of a yellowed finger, taking a second to appreciate thescenery.Make sure to color in the vena cava, the jugular, the knifethat bit into your finger one summer choppingtomatoes (It's
ImpatientIf you talk to anyone who waits at red lights or cares about fashion or owns a gun, they'll know a thing or twoabout all of us; all of humanity. We are all flowers, we are all little universes, we are all the underdog future.And maybe this is completely true, and maybe some girl pierced her ear in the 8th grade bathroom, and maybe youhave sand in your shoes from that visit to the beach last week. What does it matter, is this an absolute?We are all pieces of God, we are all forgetting about Heaven, we are all waiting politely for death to break inthrough the bathroom window. You can ask the stains on the sidewalk, the birds who refus
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