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The Carpenter's Little Boat.

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  I believed that the blissful wind Would be an endless ride. To my surprise, a storm raged out of the orange, Holding me by a silence. Oh, he lied, I was quick to claim— I never thought of him as a liar, Till this unexpected storm befell me. I sat in awe, bewildered by that Which was encircling me, By what seemed to violate My little boat of peace That he had crafted with his bare hands. He is known to be a carpenter from old, A carpenter whose work Cannot be shattered nor torn apart. I sat and allowed the storm to rage within my mind. Shall I behold the sun’s rays once more? I couldn’t help but wonder. Many say there’s a rainbow At the end of the wash. I’m afraid I no longer believe. I end this with laying myself to sleep, And to my astonishment, He’s laying right there beside me, As he said he would. “Oh, you’ve finally come to rest,” he said. My sweet Jesus never left.
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As He.

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No soul can perceive its own being; None has attained the ability of Perceiving one's self. We simply encounter countless Reflections of whom we seem to be. My eyes have not perceived, neither Shall they attain the capability of Perceiving my own self, As the soul of another perceives whom I am. Does this not give heed to the thought That another is well aware of myself More than I am of myself? He beholds, and I behold not, Nor shall I ever come to behold. Myself I know, and I've met, But myself I have not seen. Oh, that I may behold And see as He does. Oh, that I’d be one With the spirit and mystery of God.
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THE BOY.

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In a world where he feels alone without a single soul he can't help but wonder what is his purpose? why is he here? he's vurnable, he's pessimistic   does he not belong? what shall his presence change either way? why is he constantly isolated from the rest of the world?  is it all due to the fact that he's probably unwanted, unloved? as his mind is yet again playing tricks on him on a daily basis that one thought that suddenly comes to his mind and tends to murder everything good he had going on  and turns it into ashes, it tends to have all his hopes and love come crushing down like its dirt  a day so full of life and joy, while another so full of darkness and anxiousness. His mind holds power over his body, or does it not? his mind shall not let him live, let alone let him be young his mind shall always crawl in and have him feel worthless in a room full of beautiful bright souls, is he not apart of them? his mind shall clearly be the end of him, his mind is h...
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Simple Nothings.

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Simple nothings we claim it to be simple nothings that seem to affect all we engage in simple nothings that drain the life out of us simple nothings that seem to always steal away the brightness  simple nothings we claim to not affect us since we don't want it to define us simple nothings that always find away back to us  simple nothings that we try as hard as we can to run away from but seems like it rotates around us simple nothings that we're afraid to be named by simple nothings that leave us wondering wether we'll ever be enough  simple nothings that are turned into labels  labels that seem to define us  labels that seem to have ahold on our lives labels that eat us up inside and won't seem to stop labels we claim that don't affect us but tends to be on replay in our minds seems like all we are today is just a label  and a simple nothing.   
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Location: Kigali, Rwanda
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