The Ant & The Romantic.

i’ve been trying to burn the lines between me and You. Tearing away the curtains to expose every hidden scar and undermined backstabbing; making me a vulnerable mess. i’ve been feeling a little helpless without my pride there to soften the blow. You’re still not impressed and i suppose i’m a little disheartened. Let’s play pretend that i’m everything You’ve wanted me to be. No more disappointments; nullify regret. i’ll dance with doubt and kiss my fears in empty corridors. Oh holy insignificance, where is my God now? You’re a new song and i’m stuck on the last chorus. Will my prayer be an echo for the deaf? Jesus Christ, my first love, why do marriages fall apart? Why do strangers become lovers become strangers again? Where is passion and how do we know it when we’ve found it? Learning about love from this world is learning calculus from an ant. i’m still an insect and i can’t relate to Your capacity to bear love. When divinity collides with depravity, the sound it makes is enough to make any of our wandering hearts cling to the reverberations of a God estranged. Lover of ants, are You disillusioned with the insect i’ve become?

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