ThirstyFountains

My Muted Misery Ah, bittersweet memories, Alas! The years gone by! Numbness is welcomed; pain is a friend. I have cried all I could cry. Empty, broken, dead inside. A flower: wilted, dried. A smell, a song, a certain voice- All over again, I say goodbye. Weathered and worn. Stretched and torn. At my limit- yea! I cannot stop. I cannot break. Alas, I'm needed by they. Dried eyed, Live another day. Time's passed; time's gone. Move on: the only way. Pain so deep, Numbing within, Squeezing out the life. I walk on; there's no win. Either way, it's strife. Live without and just pretend, Yet, it can be felt. Live with it, always there. Yea- Life's cards are still dealt. Bittersweet memories, Come calling again. Ach! The years gone by. A dried out well, a tree decaying from inside. No one sees, No one knows, The things under my skin. Masks, charades, costume parties. Empty f...

Know More - Jo Cloutier So, this is a song I wrote yesterday...It's called "Know More." (Actually, during the recording, I felt an ant climb on me, and it was disgusting because it was  on my neck.  I did not freak out outwardly bc of the recording, but inwardly- I was thinking "Why is there a stupid ant in a tree?!") This is a letter I wrote on 02/19/18 as if God were telling me this. He is telling  you  this. Read as if He were  on His knees  in front of you with clasped hands and a tear-stained face. Beloved child, the joy of My  existence ,  I ask one more thing of you.  Try to see yourself the way I, see you.  You are  beyond  any fathomable explanation.  Hear My voice- My  plea , I beg you, and  believe!  What more am I to do? What will it take of Me?  What will it take for  you  to accept these words into your broken, beautiful heart?  I ...