recycled thoughts and copied lyrics. (if i reduced the font size the three R's would be covered)

"I am the sea on a moonless night
Calling falling, slipping tides
I am the leaky, dripping pipes
The endless, aching drops of lights

I am the raindrop falling down
Always longing for the deeper ground
I am the broken, breaking seas
Even my blood finds ways to bleed

Even the rivers ways to run
Even the rain to reach the sun
Even my thirsty streams
Even in my dreams

I am restless"

i tip my hat to you once again Mr. Foreman.

and i find it intriguing that you found a like spirit in the falling raindrops...

suppose i'm not the only one that looks at things through that angle.

"Until the sea of glass we meet
At last completed and complete
Where tide and tear and pain subside
And laughter drinks them dry

I’ll be waiting
Anticipating
All that I aim for
What I was made for

With every heartbeat
All of my blood bleeds
Running inside me
I’m looking for you"

it seems to me that Jon doesn't think he is who he is meant to be yet...
he is still waiting for who he is and what he was meant for.
he's an accomplished musician and a fantastic writer.
yet he's still searching, still falling down in rivers towards the sea.

...in my opinion, if you reach a plateau and stop searching and falling...
then you've stopped living.

in life there is no 'arrival' to a place where you can sit back and relax.

if that is what life is then i wish to have no part in it.

instead i'll arrive at new conclusions that i find when looking at the raindrops on the glass in my window, when i'm pained beyond belief, when i'm alone in my room laughing with God, when i look in the mirror and see scars in my eyes...
all of this, to me, is part of living.

always searching, always questioning...

forever restless indeed...

...who was it now that said i don't know the meaning of life?

i don't care if my meaning doesn't line up with others.
life to me is to look at a sunset and feel it deeply, to tremble with joy and the stars in the sky, to feel God laughing at you, to find personal resonance in a storm, to look away from the mirror because your eyes carry too much hurt, to learn from it all and come away determined with a glint in your eye and a half-smile at God's antics as you always did.

it just digs life deeper.

"I am the raindrop falling downAlways longing for the deeper ground
I am the broken, breaking seas
Even my blood finds ways to bleed"




will i ever find that deeper ground?
or am i destined to always search to no avail?
only finding deeper ground when my blood bleeds through the ground?
then again, that's how i got this 'deep' in the first place...
kind of.
as one of my favorite people put, 'well Lindsay has always been sort of an old soul...'




i truly don't perceive myself as really 'deep.'
and i cringe to think people may think i'm just trying to sound profound as i can't stand when people try purposely to act that way...
i just have a different perspective.


then again how one perceives them self is not an opinion to be fully trusted; it at least requires a grain of salt.
rock salt, that is.