good

My soul was made for mountains. My life is so much clearer when I'm around them. My stupid, selfish little world falls meaningless and is cast aside when i'm looking at a mountain. looking at mountains.

Everything's a little hazy now. It's my own fault.

I have traveled every single weekend until now.
Two weeks ago? flew to Colorado.
Last weekend? drove to Savannah, Georgia.
This past week? flew back out to Colorado.

and now that i'm home, resting. it feels nice. but i'm forced with reality. in a matter of months, i could very well be homeless. homeless might be a bit dramatic, considering that there would hopefully be some people to take me in. but these days, i'm not so sure. everyone is so consumed.

i'm so consumed.

so, i cling to the simplicity of the fact that God does love me. and i know this because of the reason why we observe this day as holy. Jesus. and his hands (historically, maybe even wrists), his feet, his side, his head, his heart, his scream.

Tetelestai.