Heaven Breaks

When heaven meets the earth, we'll have no use for numbers

to measure who we are and how much we're worth.

When heaven meets the earth, we'll have no use for mirrors

to tell us who to be and where we fit

in this awkward point of view.

We'll pray for heaven's floor to break,

Pour the brightest white on blackest space,

come bleeding gloriously through

the clouds and the blue.

Forcing one place from two,

Killing formulaic views,

Only love proves to be the truth.

It's a good time of year to turn over a new leaf.

Here's to me actually doing it.

perfunctoriness.

I'm in a strange place lately. I'm not entirely sure when I became a person so prone to apathy, but I've noticed it a lot in myself through these last three years in college.

It scares me how quickly I can remove myself from something that once really meant a lot to me.

I think it might be a defense mechanism. I'd rather run from something that might be difficult than face it. It might be a control issue. I'd rather let something go that I can't take hold of completely. I'm not sure, but apathetic didn't used to be a word that described me.

I don't think anyone is indifferent by nature. I guess what I'm trying to figure out is when I became this way. What changed?

I need to figure out what I'm passionate about.