No missed calls.

A little weight. 

Running isn't doing anything. 

Sitting down with a sigh, but nothing is released

So here I am, in the middle of this beauty, where the stars are screaming for me to look at them. 

So, why can't I bring myself to do it?

I don't like the sting in the eyes

I need to move to Chicago, I say. 

Never think that it doesn't matter.

Sometimes, I think Chicago is becoming an unrighteous escape. 

Is there such a thing?

Of Course.

If I had more than a quarter tank of gas.

If I had more than 100.95

If I had a chance to, I'd drive.

I'd sit on a hill so far away that no one would know.

I'd watch the sunrise in my letterman jacket.

I'd let things out and breathe in God.

I would gasp in Christ.

I would inhale deeply.

When left with too much time, I think.

Thinking leads to writing

It's a nasty habit, but at least it's not talking.

Talking gets me into trouble.

So, I drive at night and then I find this:

Stay close by my side/keep your eyes on me./Though this life is hard/I will give you perfect peace/In this time of trial/ Pain that no one sees/ Trust me when I say,/"I will give you perfect peace."/And you'll never walk alone./And you'll never be in need/ Though I may not calm the storms around you/You can hide in me/ Burdens that you bear./Offer no relief/ Let me bear your load/ 'cause I will give you perfect peace./ Stay close by my side/and you'll never walk alone/ keep your eyes on me/and you'll never be in need/ though this life is hard, know that I will/ always give you perfect peace/ I will give you perfect peace.

 So, I go to bed with that in mind. Keep your eyes on me. Though this life is hard, I will give you perfect peace.