Matt Thiessen Knows My Soul...

All throughout high school and even now, I have these times where mmhmm is me; is me life. 

When I go down...

I'll tell you flat out
It hurts so much to think of this
So from my thoughts I will exclude
The very thing that
I hate more than everything is
The way I'm powerless
To dictate my own moods

I've thrown away
So many things that could've been much more
And I just pray
My problems go away if they're ignored
But that's not the way it works
No that's not the way it works

When I go down
I go down hard
And I take everything I've learned
And teach myself some disregard
When I go down
It hurts to hit the bottom
And of the things that got me there
I think, if only I had fought them

If and when I can
Clear myself of this clouded mind
I'll watch myself settle down
Into a place where
Peace can search me out and find
That I'm so ready to be found

I've thrown away
The hope I had in friendships
I've thrown away
So many things that could have been much more
I've thrown away
The secret to find an end to this
And I just pray
My problems go away if they're ignored
But that's not the way it works
No that's not the way it works

Any control I thought I had just slips right through my hands
While my ever-present conscience shakes its head and reprimands me
Reprimands me
Then and there
I confess
I'll blame all this on my selfishness
Yet you love me
And that consumes me
And I'll stand up again
And do so willingly

You give me hope, and hope it gives me life
You touch my heavy heart, and when you do you make it light
As I exhale I hear your voice
And I answer you, though I hardly make a noise
And from my lips the words I choose to say
Seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise
Because I love you
Oh God, I love you
And life is now worth living
If only because of you
And when they say that I'm dead and gone
It won't be further from the truth

When I go down
I lift my eyes to you
I won't look very far
Cause you'll be there
With open arms
To lift me up again
To lift me up again

Just Wondering...

Ok, so where do you have to be from to be "Flemish"

Anyway, I've always wondered.

ahh!! so I am updating this post, as I have found the answer!

Upon reading my Art History assignment I discovered that

to be "Flemish" you are from Flanders - an area around 

Belgium/the Netherlands. Wow. Finally I know. 

Intimidated by Life.

Why does life have to be so frickin scary!? - growing up...

I just can't help but look at the future and break a sweat. 

This post will be a series of on-going thoughts, as is this blog, cuz well, I have a lot of thoughts on the subject and they're always changing... so until I elaborate...

Art of the Renaissance.

While I was sitting in Art History today, several thoughts plagued my concentration. It bothers me that - as far as I know - all western medieval art paints Jesus, Mary, the Apostles, -all "Holy" people-WHITE. THEY WEREN'T RICHLY ROBED WHITE PEOPLE! That's the other thing, did everyone seriously wear drapes every day? And honestly, who decides which Biblical figures get to be painted with halos? I think the corruption of the church is evident in art that they would depict Christianity according to their world. How inaccurate. Anyway I'm not a historian, but this bothers me.