I don't know if anyone relates
But i have a thing where at different times in my life i have a 'starting' word.
Where whenever i intend to write something artistic, that word comes to mind
The current word is cryptic. Though i haven't actually followed through with it.
So, i'll try.
Cryptic life chips. Float around. Dance around. Try to find their pieces. All so slippery. All unwilling to tie together.
The urge to succeed that is repelled by laziness. Where the life chips refuse to work together. They all need a binding agent.
And it isn't going to be me.
It's got to be Him
But why do i resist.
I guess i love my life chips too much
Even though they only bring me misery.
Help me, i need You.
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