You smell like my neighbourhood.

But you don’t feel like home.

You’ve got the form

But the details are all wrong

You are a solid foundation 

But you are sand not rock

You can get me through the door

But I can leave just as easily 

You need to work on quality

Your story is full of holes
And not like windows to the wondrous outdoors

It’s a leaking roof, the ceiling is caving in.

©atrisia

When one sense inhales and all the others exhale.

You feel something wonderful and your eyes do blind, your ears get hot, your tongues reminding chocolate,and everything smells like lavender

My Taste Buds Are Tingling

I’ve been thinking to myself how I’m all talk and no action. That’s been the mantra I’ve been beating up myself with. Wondering if my nomadic nature is really just self destructive.

Needle in a Hey-Stack.

 

 

Be Content – Notes from biblestudy quiet time

But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly that now at last your care for me has flourished again; though you surely did care, but you lacked opportunity. Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: Philippians 4:10‭-‬11 NKJV http://bible.com/114/php.4.10-11.NKJV