30 July 2010

one hundred-fifty eight.

in the distance.

i try to
give up
but i always
give in
to the things
that are not healthy
like empty thoughts
daunting desires
fickle fairytales.
i try to
give them up
but i always
give in.
and i sit in
them so comfortably.
no questioning.
no jittering.
just relaxing.
in temporary satisfaction.
forgetting the consequences
that await my presence.
but i choose to take that chance.
because i lose when i say i can't.
so i do. and i will. because i don't choose.
i just lose. when i abuse the choices i have.
so i'm going to give in and
give up
those thoughts and
those fantasies and
those desires because
i have a faith that will take me higher.
higher than i could ever imagine.
and i'll still be running.
away.
from the places that placed me here today.
because the remnants of those experiences
callous my fingers and hinder me from touching
the lives i love to love and desire to serve.
so i will run. away. like i always do and say.
because you can never run too far -
but i can always be found near.