Your mysterious allure, it captivates my curiosity.
I shutter at thoughts and dreams.
Licking my lips, my imagination runs wild.
All of the "what ifs" seem to play like movies in my head.
Like those endless roles of film that get better as they go on.
I question the very fabric of your being.
It would be hard for you to live up to my incredible expectations.
Living in just my dreams, makes me want to sleep forever.
I catalog each and every facial expression and motion.
The caress of your hand breaks every negative emotion that's bottle up in this catacomb of a chest.
If there was a prince charming you would be him in the flesh.l
I havent written much on my trip to Honduras and I'm not exactly sure why. Here is my first attempt. The one outreach that sticks out in my mind and I'm sure everyone else's was when we went to CASITA MUJERES. It was a "home" for young girls from the ages of maybe 6-18. On this day Pastor Chace asked me if I would give my testimony. Now in my head I'm thinking "are you serious" but I of course say yes. This is my first time ever to give the story of what made me who I am today. That whole day I was so nervous, anyone who knows me also knows that I'm not one to really get nervous about anything. Just the thought of exposing who I am to a whole crowd of people including those from church and my siblings, it just made me feel vulnerable. Our bus is driving on down the road to our destination when we notice a traffic jam. Great it's already hot and sweaty and now there is no movement for the air to circulate through the bus. I guess it was exactl...
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