i once had a chance to breathe; now one thing creates my only opportunities

Like a computer.

Wake up early.
Walk to library. No breakfast.
Bible paper.
Eat ice cream.
Walk to library.
Bible paper. Skip class.
Pick up keys.
Drive to Carlisle.
Learn songs.
Drive back. Horrible rain.
Be late.
Drive to old high school.
Do business.
Drive back.
11:32 PM. 4 more pages for Bible paper.
Like a computer without breath.
I never breathe.


I never breathe, except when I see your smile. Except when I watch your soft eyes light up this cold, hard earth as if behind this, all was tranquil. It reminds me of the few times I've put progress aside, the times my mind and soul were at peace, marveling at you. At your beautiful laugh, my body feels lighter. My awe is only due to your composure. Your authenticity. It's the only thing real on this globe, and I don't want to leave without it.

Paul's $2000 behind on tuition and is going to pick up a temporary male stripping job to pay for his portion of our trip.
He's learned a lot about Christian vocation since he arrived at Messiah.

Like a computer.