Gravity.

You (vosotros) were. You were suppose to be like that. I don't even know how to explain it, or where I'm coming from, or what I'm trying to say. But you were. You were suppose to be like that.

And it's funny, you know? Because for all the good that it could have been, for all of the things that might have worked out, planned out, evened out, whatever, it wasn't. But it was suppose to. It's probably always suppose to. Aren't we the ones to mess up all of the suppose-to-be's, though? No one is so in control as ourselves of our own situations. Of course, the Father is suppose to direct our lives if we give that control, but walking away from that foundation we are in control and He says, "have it." Yeah, suppose to be, but now it's supposedly. So let's wallow in it, why don't we? Disgusting.

Then there are the things that I don't understand and that I cannot see. The things in my future are potential but flat at the same time. The scenery is stunning but my depth perception is finding cracks that don't exist because it's only two-dimensional. Maybe it's because I'm seeing backwards yet time is no longer linear but spherical. It's revolving and I'm afraid the same thing is happening as it was before with simply a new face. Read between the lines, even though there's only white space and meaning that I long to share but can't find the words or I'd write them in such a way as to soothe you because it wouldn't come off so bluntly that way.

"And if you're always so intently listening,

Then the smartest thing to say

Is to tell myself not to say a thing."

-- Relient K, "Bite My Tongue"