2004-08-14 - 11:28 p.m.
Something come and wash away these sins. Someone come and love those who are too ugly to be loved. Forgive our past and speak life to the now. Give substance to the words, "Jesus is enough..." Where's my Jesus? Where's my hope? Did he shut the door when he saw I was late to the feast? Did he rob me of a way out, take a car, a girl, respect, money? Did he take with impunity, or was I just stupid. Was I always a failure...and can anyone really say they know me and not hear the bondage and years of scorn I spent knowing these words? How long will Jesus let me believe I fuck everything up?
I am a fool...but I won't stop. I won't give up on becomming something. I have learned the difference between yes and no again. So just send me some words when you are proud of me...
Some nights are just rougher than others.
