the artists sold out to obvious

I drove the mountain just to see where you live

I wanted to understand who you were

when you were there

carefree and innocent

but I couldn't find anything of the sort 

I keep coming back to spots 

that have already been pulled apart 

I've found nothing new 

I called you the music man 

the one who couldn't write melodies for my harmonies 

I called you the picture man

who couldn't create 

beauty in me 

I called you the movie man 

who refused to write me in a story 

worth being in 

you sold the story short

for amazing 

that's transparent. 

rightfully so

instead of 

search high and low 

for esoteric 

but it's okay

because that's not all the character's cracked up to be 

she manipulates the story 

to find perspective 

into 

a new story

The character created the story of the man who once lived up the mountain. 

- Today I bought a flannel shirt and joshua radin.  My life feels complete. If only that were true.

I think I'm going to write a book.  I just want to drive somewhere amazing and share God with someone.  In both meanings of reading that sentence. He's always been so personal to me.  I think I need to experience him in new ways. I've not let him be limitless like he is. I've made limits to Him and who I've allowed him to let me be.  But if that means letting him give me wings, then so be it. Let the discovery begin.