If God is the source then just give me a sip from his fountain.
Counting the days until depression stops coming.
Give me a tangible love, one that I can feel in my battered spirit.
pitching my tent outside heaven’s gates like “lemme just get one glimspe of the better picture”.
i can’t find my purpose through this teary vision.
playing “can we talk” doubting anybody would listen.
my forehead glistening from these 3 hour walks home.
this is the best time to jot notes.
its really just me, God and these headphones.
i should’ve left long ago.