inspiration
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Everything all at once
You’ll have to teach me how to live with my eyes finding zeroes all around… how to co-exist with this devastating failure. With everything, but nothing all at once… zeroes all around. More than three days have gone by since my heart uttered these words. Gazing into MY love, do you care for those? I… Continue reading
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I guess this is steadier
I love You because You first loved me. With Your helping hand I’m staying as long as I live, if You’ll have me every day. Everything else is over and done and You’re still here; You’re the One in the room I’d look for, You’re the One I choose. There’s nothing but You, no one… Continue reading
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I’d sit and wait…
I still watch the stars. Even more so than before. Today I found the very bright one from other years and remembered everything it meant then; Your thoughts upon me. Your attention over me. Your eyes on mine when I couldn’t even see. Everything around me today feels like my eyes did gazing at that… Continue reading
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Tenderness
I’ve never been soft. Quite the opposite, it has been a rough, sharp, anything but sweet land the one God has had to work under my name. So much so, that I can’t even stand the sound of it, my first name. It still awakens a heap of broken memories; the boiling waters that hardened… Continue reading
