David has always been a writer. He mostly writes poetry, which I absolutely love because I used to be way more into that as a child and at his current age, 18. These ramblings are more like a spoken word that just flowed out during an inspiring moment from a church servie on Sunday. Enjoy!
"Winter time tends to give the most gray skies; the chance of a suburban huricane pushes me deep into the earth. The sunflowers plead for attention. My mouth is filled with the taste of cheap red wine and the smell of cigarettes cling to my tightly. A hungover soul just seems to fit the scene well.
My mom suffers within herself. At war with decisions she won't ever be able to make, anxiously staring outward into the blur of stars, pleading there is a higher power to alleviate the pain that eats at her wtih fervor. Through her eyes, she believes she will never find herself. How can she not see the beauty her spirit contains?
I would hold her by the hand with tremendous empahty and love if I even had the strength to hold on to anything but my own weaknesses and strongholds.
But, love is contagious. It contans a strong adequate grip. However, a reliance on a broken soul is a misplaced trust. I've broken too many bones and used many variations of coping mechanisms to fix a soul when the true soul to fix was my own. I feel that the both of us have been dining on the wrong idea of life; too transfixed on the unimportant things and distractions to note the unexplainable beauty the earth and Great Spirit (how I refer to God) offers us all. We have all the tools we need to become #allpointshole. We just have to fnd the courage by grace to do the hard work and rely fully on the spirit to do it all."
Start a revolution!