Simple songs being butchered and notes in wrong timing read. The sound is not as sweet as I would like, but intriguing none the less. It awakens a part of my brain that will not die no matter how much I neglect it. This crappy keyboard tells me I am creative.
I'm stressed out. All these fragmented thoughts I dare not put together. It needs to stop. The blankness in my mind that I let consume me. I need to work through the disarray, and not be afraid of what I will find. My thoughts are not bad. My love is real. My God is true. I can be creative and create good things. I can be loved.
Father, renew my mind. Refresh my spirit. Open the eyes of my understanding. Thank you for my wife. Amen
