Tonight I am feeling pretty lonely. Changing media platforms has completely dried up my chances of being known and loved on a large scale but my desire still rages. I really battle wanting to be accepted and admired by everyone... So I am glad I stepped back. Here is a poem. I haven’t written a poem in a loooong time: I STILL EXIST You don’t hear me You don’t see me I still exist In a church of thousands In a room full of talent I still exist They don’t like They don’t comment I still exist I withdraw They don’t follow I still exist In a technological age Friendship is fair-weather People can only be bought Take away the money Take away the following Existence is all that I’ve got Few reach out After a deleted account Fewer remember how to show they care I am glad my existence Has nothing to do with Media, technology, or any opinion of theirs. Today I reach out for an infinite God with my finite shaking hands. Letting go of the “fake things” has coated asking for “real things” like love in fear. But putting down my distractions and sobering up, letting go of the hustle and hurry? It made it so clear, I was born right here for a reason much more than consumption or accumulation. Blessed and bless. Be good and do good. Live lightly and freely. I am still finite, but I won’t seek to fill the limitless gap of desire between my lungs. Instead I will breath a full inhale and exhale and give my infinite God all of me.