In between

I sit here in between. In between where I was and where I'm going with a hard, barely carpeted floor beneath me. In between where we were friends and where we will be memories. I can stand the distance, growing apart, with miles and years between just before now and wherever I go. Just don't

Is there hope in hopelessness?

Wow, I haven't listened to John Reuben since I stopped listening to "Christian" music.  But this spoke to me like nothing has in a long time. It's called Chapter 1, it is from "The Boy vs. The Cynic" The Boy Vs. The Cynic, Chapter one, page one. I'll start from the top... I’ll embrace dreams

What I’m Currently Memorizing

Love's Apparition and Evanishment An Allegoric Romance Like a lone Arab, Old and Blind, Some Caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell; And now he hangs his aged head aslant And listens for a human sound - in vain! And now the aid, which Heaven