October 27th

"All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me." (Psalm 42:7)

Feeling under the weather today. Nothing is better or fits my mood more than the personality which autumn brings: melancholy. I settled for a full day of drawing, 19 pages of art history notes, music, bad news, autumn grey tea, and a brownie.

Mumford Lyrics

Roll away your stone I will roll away mine

Together we can see what we will find

Don't leave me alone at this time

For I am afraid of what I will discover inside

You told me that I wouldn't find a home

Beneath the fragile substance of my soul

And I have filled this void with things unreal

And all the while my character it steals

Darkness is a harsh term don't you think

Yet it dominates the things I see

It seems that all my bridges have been burned

But you say 'That's exactly how this grace thing works’

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart

But the welcome I receive with every start

Darkness is a harsh term don't you think

And yet it dominates the things I see (x2)

Stars hide your fires

For these here are my desires

And I won't give them up to you this time around

And so I will be found

With my stake stuck in the ground

Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul (x2)

And you, you've gone too far this time

You have neither reason nor rhyme

With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine