somewhere between the lines and the noise, i find Him reaching out for me, chasing after me. yet i back away as if His touch will hurt, as if His love will burn.

somewhere between the voices and the words, i hear Him loud and clear, "Child, come back to me. I hold you dear." but louder, clearer and more overbearing is the silence, the silence that has taken over every part of my mind, the silence that spells doom and destruction. with every scar that refuse to fade, i walk closer to the edge or.. have i not fallen already?

somewhere between the heartbeats and the tears, i think, i think i see Him, red and bloodied, hung on a cross He didn't have to bear.

and somewhere between the colour and the lies, i understood a truth, the truth; pure and simple, magnificent and glorious, so easy, too easy even. because if its not, we would all have been saved.