A is for apple, B is for blind
I jumped so fast I left the ground behind
You set your sights homeward
And you are more than wise
It's late night heading into morning

You can get used to almost anything
Deep sea eyes, porcelain skin
Love's sweet nests and their boxing rings
It's late night heading into morning

Firecracker, firecracker
Sparkling in the sky
To those of us who saw
Looked like the fire should die
Knowledge pulls the reigns against
The bliss that I once knew
When you set your sights on me
And the firecrackers flew

Ocean of friendship, diamonds far and deep
We still talk of the future
Remembering soft sleep
A is for apple, apple of my eye
It's late night heading into morning

Late night heading into morning...

I began this entry last night. I'm gonna finish it now.
It's completely unimportaint that I write tonight. But for the moment, my coscience is alright with it and that seems somewhat rare. And although I am without firefox, and without automatic spellcheck, these things have nothing to do with real writing, I think. Like many tools and things that make it easy to ramble, the kind of jotting I do not really intend... to jot.

It's a Holiday Express. There's a movie on the screen that is about an asylem and there is a man screeming. Awkward.

Hmm. I'm a few miles outside of Louisiana State Pen. of Angola. Tomorrow I will tour with my Dad the largest prison facility in the country, 18,000 acres. With the tour, we'll be in the orientation for the next day... On Saturday, a certain number of the 5,000+ inmates are going to have their children visit them for one day. My dad and I will probably be asigned to a father and his kid(s) and be there to serve exclusively to their needs as they spend time together. The spirit of the event reminds me of camp paradise, but only the underlining spirit... what this is... is something about reunion and forgiveness.

The long bus ride has given me time to read and a lot to think about.
Truth. I keep finding truth... but then realizing that I am only RETURNING to Truth.
I never found it for the first time. It's always there. Waiting.

I don't expect to walk away from this experience with some grand new perspective... what this is about, for me and my dad, is going to serve, I think. And do to it together. Yeah. I'm sort of in a place... not knowing what to exprect. Sort of how life seems all around. But... vivid, by experiences that are now.

Since I know good friends read, I'll ask that you do pray for the dads that are seeing their kids for the first time in a long time. That God is given joy by broken hearts willing to look to Him.

Watch. Be still.  

Talking with mom online over long distance is fun. I need to go find sleep now.

Undone,

-Kevin

(way to go, brother. I believe in you.)