introductions are in order

today
june 11
summer of 2009
i don't know what's in me entirely
i figure that perhaps
it's what's in me
that's making me question again
question morales
and where i get my meaning
writing has always helped
my relentless cries

that's why i started this today
talking it out has been great
but i figure i spend so much time on the internet
facebook
silly dating cites
myspace
searching
i could try to put this search into a concrete blog
i'm probably behind the times
a diary has been my main source of escape for as long as i can remember
but there's something about the methodic tapping of the keys
its musical

so
who knows what will come about
perhaps it's just the dreary day turned into sunshine
mother nature having her way with my emotions
but i feel like this will be good for me

i am a runaway
while i try to cling on to this world
i fall farther and farther away from Him
"outwardly i waste away...
yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day"
i can't seem to fix my eyes on the right thing
i hope that writing about this
and inviting criticism
and critique
and honesty
will build be up
i am a runaway

and relentlessly
i cry
more of you
less of me
i want to draw near