herlucidlife

Fairytale. Make believe. A story telling in my head, she and he aren’t real but characters in a scenamtic drama. He loves her so much but he just couldn’t say it. He wanted her but she was so unattainable, he couldn’t fathom why this girl was so infatuated with him. In the most honestly pure way, she walked up to him and said “you know I truly love you, would you dare take my hand?” But guy couldn’t do it, wouldn’t take her hand, he declined in fear of tainting this thing he didn’t understand…The reefa caught hold for a second forgot to lay my gift at His feet before creating. Taken is the thought I had before He came into play. Removed is the fairytale I almost brought into life, she doesn’t matter. 

Horror story of my life, simple treasures dipped in divine snuggles, sharp with conviction gentle in love, life has been a poisonous antidote. Death and Living in every body in every spirit, correct breathing houses both everyday for there’s always someone coming and going in each form daily. Beautifully cold, my behavior towards Father has been lackluster leading up to my rendezvous with herbal things. Feeling lukewarm I don’t like coming to Your throne when my head is in the clouds. I don’t like bending down to kiss His feet when they’ve been soiled with a stench of vapors. Not as bold as I used to be coming to you in stoney ways still looking for You to cleanse me white. God’s salvation is clean no matter what acts occur, rather it’s the thought of either you have it or you don’t but nothing can be done to dirty or take away what is eternally pure, supernaturally sent. Meaning, I can’t mess over something I didn’t create and I don’t own it because it will always belong to Father rather, He’s allowing me to sit under His grace forever in eternity. 

Only mine because I am His. What’s most painful is to be in your world while feeling you shove me out. What’s most excruciating is you pretending to like me when you don’t. You made me feel like the butt ugly duckling needing your attention for greater worth. Though a lie, it was the other way around until you felt the duckling was no longer you.