there is a pattern i have noticed in the way i function.
whenever i am presented with something that truly touches me--something that speaks of profound beauty--along with the feelings of amazement and awe comes an overwhelming wave of melancholy.
a song, a book, a beautiful day...if it affects me deeply...usually makes me overwhelmingly sad.
mourning, perhaps, that it is so transient. i think these moments make me long for my true home with my true Father.
it's not always this intense; but it's there. it makes a big impact...a big difference.

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keep in mind i've been this way since before emo was cool.


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