scars so deep they speak. they scream.

if somehow fate were in our h a n d s

would it be enough to understand
why we feel lost
in a world so small
if only love could find us all


we are.
meant to live.
our lives.
the calling.
my happy ending.
if only.
i miss you.

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Tuesday, September 07, 2004

hms

i miss this small white expanse of screen i see here. i miss it. yeah, of course i have been typing in the squashblog and 104blog, but mine, theuncomplicated.com, is just different all together.. not the same.
yeah, to everyone out there who is so mistified by my sudden abandonment of my blog, here's are a few reasons why i have stopped blogging.
-i can't stand the restrictions that a blog places. i want it to be private, not letting out my feelings, then i've got to be careful of the words used, how much i bloody curse, what i truly feel and what i dont.. i think a blog loses its place as a diary, but more like a place where you let the world in on some of you they didnt know. its for exhibitionist, i suppose.
-i need to be real. stop acting, stop putting on a front, stop putting on a mask for the world. i need to be real, once more.
-i like the way i write with a pen. i miss holding a pen. I miss the paper, the white paper of my journal, the white paper of my mind.
-theuncomplicated.com is something i made, just to make myself become someone i'm not, someone simplistic, unsophisticated, easy. I'm not like that, i'm not uncomplicated. why do i make everything so easy when it clearly is not easy? perhaps it used to be, but it isnt, not anymore.








before i go,




Sayy, this person rides happily on the street, on a bicycle, with his four kids. He wonders why no one comes up to him to ask for his autograph, or why no one asks him if he is Lance Armstrong.
Maybe it's 'cause he doesnt look like Armstrong, or cycle like Armstrong, or smell like Armstrong. And he wonders.
Well, that's because Armstrong lives, breathes and IS cycling. He is practically synomous with cycling. On the other hand, this Mr-ride-my-bike just takes cycling as a receational activity. Something he does out of fun and enjoyment.
Then i pose to you this question. Do YOU take Christianity as a recreational activity? Just because its fun, and enjoyable and has benefits? Or is Christianity your life's passion, an obbsession, lifelong (and even after life) ambition? Is Christianity your hope? Your meaning? Your everything? Or is it just i go to my damn bloody church because its fun, worship is so niceeeee, i like the songs so much?
What is Christianty to you?






"1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God--this is your spiritual act of worship. "
Romans12:1


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