Breathe On My Soul

Breathe on my soul God. I hate being here. So void inside. Can’t feel. Running rampantly through life is never a good thing. At first it starts where you barely know that you are doing it. Next thing you know you are on a trampoline running at 100 miles per hour through your own life. You are running so hard and so fast that you cannot feel or hear your thoughts. Everything becomes chaotic. I am patiently waiting for God to breathe on my soul to restore peace so that I can walk in what he has for me to do. Writing this is the first step. I am just going to keep putting one foot in front of the other until I get out of this “mud”.


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