downfall

i've come to realize that i'm pretty much a dusty book.

waiting to be read for hidden depths. but am i fooling myself when i say there are hidden depths?

what a lousy trick. to someday find out that my existence has been chalked up to nothing but shallow.

eventually, i shall make some attempt at swallowing my flesh.

i'm judgmental, and his judgment is final.

however, i continue to be the downfall of God's perfection.

a sad reality.

my flesh distorts His amazing intentionality for my life.

today i got mad at some lady driving and i said, "what are you about?!"

what am i about?

am i about this earth, or about my eternity?