caring too much
caring is goodbut I guess it’s true; you can care too muchabout things that don’t even matter so muchand waste your timeperfecting something so smalljust to lose your energy for much of anything at all
Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
not a poet, not a singer, not a writer. or maybe—when I’m not afraid—something like a poet/singer/writer.
JG
definitely a fragile clay jar though.
is that confusing?
(please see the footer).
JG
but if it wasn’t confusing, I’m glad you get me.
I’m glad you’re here!
JG
I’m glad you’re here no matter what.
JG
welcome reader, stay awhile—or as long as you’d like.
JG
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RECENT THOUGHTS
hiding places
I really really wanted to write something today. I really really wanted to take self portraits. To be creative; to feel like myself. I keep going in and out of these waves of feeling alive and not feeling connected to that part of myself at all. This is brutally honest. It’s been one of those…
another poem on perfection
My ongoing struggle; today it feels different. It feels like… — I can feel perfection falling off me gently like an overgrown coat. this is grace. it’s taking its time sure, it feels slow but this is grace.
