goes the breeze
cruuuuunch
go the leaves
as they fall from the tops of the trees
i've made my home in the silhouette of a dying art-form.
laughter no longer shrill, but muffled and still.
my heart is on hold. for what you ask?
i know not.
go to HIM. for the answer, for the plot.
screeeeeeeeeeech
the cars come to a halt
boommboom,boomboom
the thudding of my heart
my vital signs indicate that my heart is still beating
i am still breathing
alive.
so, why do I feel like I'm dead?
surely, this is not what death is like.
i'm just trapped....trapped in this prison of a body.
flesh and bones
blood and sweat and tears
oh, that he may shine through the cracks and brokenness
God, may you fill me up as I pour you out.
for i am just an empty shell with out you.
apart from you, I am nothing.
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