Speak my mind.

"What can i do with my obsession?

With the things i cannot see

Is there madness in my being? 

Is it wind that blows the trees?

Sometimes you're further than the moon. 

Sometimes you're closer than my skin. 

And you surround me like a winter fog. 

You've come and burned me with a kiss. 

And my heart burns for you. 

And my heart burns.  

And I'm so filthy with my sin. 

I carry pride like a disease. 

You know I'm stubborn God and I'm longing to be close. 

You burn me deeper than I know. 

I  feel lonely without hope. 

I feel desperate without vision. 

You wrap around me like a winter coat. 

You come and free me like a bird."

And my heart burns for you. 

And my heart burns. "

Words by Martin Smith

...

Dear reader, 

I'm a piece of stale bread.  

Please don't let me crumble.  

Stephen Albert Keech

Ghost town

Dear reader,

This is no way to live.  Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my own head and I can't get out.  all I want to do is put my head phones on to drown out the sound of my thoughts.  Music is always the same.  Never judges.  Never mocks.  I never feel out of place when I listen to it.  

Anyway, I need another break from indianapolis.  Hopefully when i come back next time it will change again but for the better.  

Stephen

PS.  

"It's a ghost town baby

It will drive you crazy 

When you rely on all your friends 

there's no way to stop them 

from becoming walking dead

your still living 

barely breathing

get out while you can." 

The Juliana Theory-Drive Away.  

The storm is coming in

Dear reader, 

Can you feel it?  

Rushing through you like a bolt of lightning? 

Overtaking your mind, heart and your body? 

Shaking your bones like an earthquake? 

No, we don't feel it.  

But we should. 

The impact of the story we are all a part of 

should hit us like a hurricane.

But we don't let it.  

Its time we start feeling something.  

Embrace it.  

Stephen Albert Keech

Inspire the Uninspired

Dear reader, 

I'm searching in the dark.  

My arms and hands feel nothing but cold blackness. 

My feet can find no traction. 

I'm searching in the dark. 

I've forgotten the use of sight. 

I've befriended loneliness. 

Emptiness knows my name. 

I am the forgotten. 

I am the needy. 

I am the broken. 

You are searching in the dark. 

Your arms and hands feel nothing but cold blackness.

Your feet can find no traction.

Your searching in the dark.

You have forgotten the use of sight.

You have befriended loneliness.

Emptiness knows your name. 

You are the forgotten. 

You are the needy.

You are the broken. 

We will find eachother. 

And the darkness wont seem so dark at all. 

Stephen Albert Keech

separation from your habitation

Dear reader, 

this is obviously the first blog on this page.  Its the first of what probably wont be many.  It is a reoccurring theme in my life to start things and never finish them.  For example, it took me about 4 years of numerous tries to get through "the fellowship of the ring".  i still haven't read the last chapter.  Maybe I'll try again this year.  

Anyway, I'm starting to go nuts at home and it has only been two weeks.  Maybe I need a job.... naw.  I'm starting to feel like that unfortunately obese man from jurassic park who sat at his desk eating copious amounts of junk food.  I'm ready to get on the road again.  But, just like everytime, a few weeks in I will get home sick and need some stability.  its a vicious cycle.  

Its time for another soda.  

sincerely, 

Stephen Albert Keech