Contradiction

I'm a walking contradiction; breathing conflictions. 

Looking for something that couldn't exist in this dimension.

I make appearances, but can't say I'm present. 

I wasn't invited here, yet overstayed my welcome. 

I lose connections that never really commenced.

I prove my trust, but I'm never really convinced. 

I latch onto strangers who drain my reservoir. 

I detach from neighbors who pour life in my heart.

I repeat rituals, but expect something new to happen.

I see the spiritual, but live blind to truth. Actually. 

I'm a walking contradiction; speaking conflictions. 

Looking for something that wouldn't exist in this dimension. 

I scatter my brains, simultaneously simulating a smile.

I travel astral planes, but stuck in the "here and now".

I drown in my grief, then google, "What's a Quasar?"

I'm bound to Sarah, but left my freedom for Hagar.

I feel heavy rain, but dismiss these epic rainbows!

I can't distinguish between horns and halos...

I could move mountains! But I awake volcanoes. 

I soothe my soul inhaling smoke and fuego.
 

I'm a walking contradiction; seeing conflictions. 

Looking for something that shouldn't exist in this dimension. 

I'm a wave tossed, but firmly a planted sycamore. 

I feel like dross, but my heart was sent for. 

I'm naked and ashamed with the love of God cloaked. 

I pray in pain waiting for the appearance of hope. 

I eat the ashes I lay in, but I receive daily bread. 

I embrace the burlap, but a Hand lifts my head. 

I turn away, but an Arm moves my gaze. 

I'm in a foreign realm, but in a King's familiar face. 

I'm a walking contradiction; believing conflictions. 

Looking for something that doesn't exist in this dimension.

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