Whoa Riley... I really like this one. Put a really dark, unsettling image in my head... like you are sitting in a basement, just looking around, cold and shivering. Grace and beauty coming down stairs, that little secret lurking in the corner.... really cool writing.
never unperfect in front of eyes
but behind, you tell me different
don't explain you understand
because i don't truely believe you do
This is a very important question of God... whether He can be perfect in the face of everything, and still know how it is to be imperfect, to suffer doubt, shame and apathy.
my eyes know it shan't be
i have no strength, for now at least
forgotten what life was like
what it ment for tears to flow
That apathy again... it's such an isolating, destroying quality. It can indeed be very painful. Be happy that you can spend your basement hours writing in the dust, and you know, there are always going to be people to share it with.
without blood flow, we would die
meaning we all strive on the same substance
knowing and recognizing this is two different things
so you don't know me
True... there is a difference between recognizing facts and experiencing them for oneself. It's rare for anyone to ever really know another person, so don't hold your breath. They are out there, though... who knows, you might yet find someone sitting next to you, if you keep your eyes open.
"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche