ache

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway

i can sit here, and bleed, (figuratively of course), but it won't help you. my heart aches for you. do you know that? 

because i am protected. 

do you know you are loved?

i feel things too deeply... imagining how deeply Jesus feels.

birdsongs - i would like to go home, or to a village in india, somewhere i can be completely alone, but for J.

in the woods and lie on my back in the grass and look up through the tree branches at the sky. and listen to birds. and just be. oh i feel so trapped here. (lies)

i think that is what heaven will be like. i think i will lie in the grass and stare at the sky through the tree branches, and Jesus will be there with me. and there will be butterflies and birds, and maybe a waterfall. and i can be there for as long as i like. 

mmmhmm.