Standing in the middle of December

We are reminded that nothing is certain and life is precious.


I witnessesed something tonight.
In fact I stand before it now.
Right here on the corner of King David and Mesa street
Thick smoke clouds fill the air as passers by crowd around in the frigid air.

I took one last look as I walked away
All those flashing lights fell silently behind me
The urgent calls in the night
I don't know who lives there
But I still can't join in on these jokes

I suddenly remembered the ambulance.
It's own sirens screetching down El Indio highway.
Fatal?
I don't know.
I probably never will.
Fire has always been my personal least prefered was to die.
As far as preferences go in dying that is.

And in this moment I thought about God.
Everything He's done for me.
And everything I've done to Him.
This is just one more wake up call
Will I sleep it off like I did the others?
Sleep seems so easy when your tired.
Tired of fighting, of pretending, of hiding.
But this narcolepsy has it's downfalls.
Especially when the dreams stop coming.

"lately I'm not dreaming, so what's the point in sleeping? It's just that at night I've got no where to hide." - Andrew McMahon

Maybe, I'm tired of hiding.
I do need You.
I always have.