The finger tips of god are in the grains of sands upon my feet. The finger prints he leaves are those that are left behind me. The beautiful Majesty of his grace displayed in a sunset and the clouds aligned in a harmony that Man could never afford even with a life of purity. Sin is the deception of light in the night sky, no sin is the illusion of knowing the reasons, the why. Wondering in my travels will I find peace among this blue dot in the nights sky. I still wonder the reasoning of my existence and the purpose of my own disguise.

Stepping upon the cold rocks that lead me to a path through the forest. The trees touch me with their arms wide open and I do embrace their presents with a smile. Every nerve in my being is curious, every thought in my mind is focused, and every line well as you would say, it has been signed. Just is a word to describe the insignificance of a moment, place, or thing but I think it not just of my meaning, nor my purpose. Ignorance is defined by the blind with their own corruption, an open mind leads you onto a greater path into the forest. When the trees reach out their arms for embrace will you face them with gentle forgiving kindness or will you sever their limbs with your knife.

Closing my eyes to the day I embrace the night, it is pleasant in its cold embrace. My hands are frozen but the core of me still strong, is it wrong to be so happy in this moment without you. To give up on normality and reach for the abstract of my deepest thoughts. In my mind reason rules all but my reason doesn't fit your world, no it doesn't fit your world. With blood and tears I do cry at night for your shelter lord. In my prayers I wish for your forgiveness for forsaking the being I am inside. I am sorry lord but I find myself unworthy of your love nor your praise. Out here in the forest I will remain, humble and alone.

Open my eyes for the first time but yet not open in the way that you would no. My spirit and body are weak but I can see things that I have never imagined I could ever see. The Sun rays down upon my body and the moon still has found some way to remain in the sky. The best of two worlds I guess you could say, but I do have to say my goodbyes. No matter the extraordinary conditions of my reason and doubt I am still one man and every man must live and must die. Today in this moment where the sun and the moon share a place in the sky is the moment. All of these moments of walking the streets and seeing all of this pain, hate, and love. Walking these streets along it does well it does take a toll on my soul, but my mind blooms in my own personal disaster.

Will you embrace my life as one of purpose or one of lies?
Oh and sir do you have the time?