Being gone feels like forever ago. Conversations, laughter, drinks, study, prayer - out of mind.
I have this weird sensation of not remembering too much, when I'm in it.
And then there were weird dreams about girlfriends, old english teachers, my bible getting stolen, and getting shot in the hands. I wake up in a haze of confusion. Dreams are too real sometimes, and life is too slammed for any of it to make sense. I think I'm just going to stand by the fact that most of January wont be mine.
It feels nice to be wanted so much - pulled every which way. But some things are pulling too hard; which is cause for a push back. Still, I am going to make it a point to make time for myself and the Lord. Everyone else can wait - I need to live that part.
Here's a tweet I posted earlier:
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Something for consideration in my own life. Wild.
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