The Threshing Floor

This is me.

As I am.

The thoughts, the feelings, random stuff.

Sometimes it makes sense, other times none whatsoever.

see the world through the window of another soul, and maybe get lost in my world.

Come on,take my hand, and let's get lost together.

To laugh or cry?

Thinking about it, I’d rather have someone who makes me laugh and cry, instead of one who makes me laugh all the time or makes me cry all the time.

That way, it makes room to love both in good times and bad times.

Rather than perpetual sorrow and misery or riding and coasting through life on superficial, shallow happiness, i’d rather live out both the joy and the pain, the misery and exultance, the sorrow and gladness.

It makes life real.