Why is it so easy to forget, to forget stuff? Why is it so easy to hide our tears behind our eyes and just laugh the day away?
What is it about music? Oh God, what is it about music that drives the soul crazy? What is it about music that brings down Your presence? Do You love music more than you do us? Why do I keep asking these stupid questions Father?
You know what, most people will diagnose Christians with schizophrenia if they really listened to our Christian stories; please don't listen to mine. What will you think of me after I tell you about my stories? What if I tell you I have talked with God! Talked with God, and not just talked to Him!
Is music a drug? Do we even know what we sing; did the Beatles REALLY understand what they sang about? Does George Micheal know what he's saying when he sings "Praying for Time"? Do I know what I'm saying right now? Am I just some weirdo who keeps writing trash? Do I ever know what I'm talking about?
Really I have not said anything yet, and I do not want to take you on a suspenseful ride. I don't just writing for the fun of it; I hardly do that, I just do it most of the time. Right now, I can only get a glimpse of something, I don't know what it is. Is it something God wants me to say?
Kind of random question: Who are you? Who are you? Do you know?