Take a moment. Take seven.
Draw a breath.
Close your eyes, and forget about pain.
Exhale.
The lucidity of life is marred by the flash in the pan moments of interconnectivity.
I can't feel, you can't feel. Too cold has this hot attraction made all of us.

Silence. A silver knife cutting through your thoughts - you've craved this for so long.
The stillness of cold, dark nights. Your soul stirs for solace beta 2.0.

Sister, you may feel like a failure, but you don't realize how much love you brought to the table.
Brother, you can feel the weight of the world resting on your shoulders, but you aren't alone.

I've lost track of too much - forgiven and forgotten. Many people will never come to terms with liking me, but that's ok - as long as they find Jesus. But since I'm a Calvinist, Jesus will undoubtedly find them. That's what makes it easy to sleep at night. That's what makes people never liking me be an ok condition. God prevails. He is sovereign and has his way. It's this largely important theme in my life. The scope of which transcends past what little plans I have for the future.

So those times when I pray, I take a moment, take seven...