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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  each moment i spend with you becomes the best moment of my life
the dawning of saturday makes it officially my last week in hk.
shiiiat. =(

reflections on our first official date:
iloveyou.
henduo henduo!!! =)
not just because you wore one of my favorite shirts,
or that you helped me buy all the stuff i needed to,
yinwei xianshen shi xianshen,
wo zui ai de ni. =)
UP was good, made me cry, =P
mk was good, buying mah buttons was good,
sticker pix were good. your eventual enthusiasm was AWESOME
saint's alp, dinner... multiple bus rides.. here and there. o.o
to sum it all up
WO. AI. NI.
^^

anyway,
wo yao zou le. =(
packing up my room is tough
especially having to store away all those treasured momentos..
that wont get taken out until who knows when. =(
the times are slipping away,
when can i open up those boxes to use those trinkets, and pretty items that were given to me..
will i ever reopen them?

yearbooks going away, photos, letters...
little pieces of childhood, stored away,
clearing space for new memories to come,
new childhood to grow..
a new face,
new hands,
new breath,
new heart...
filling the room with life that defines it.

growing up is hard. =(
so much sadness to let go,
so much joy to hold on to,
and the worst part is,
you can't hold on forever,
no matter how hard you try.
eventually that joy will be intermingled with sorrow,
with regret, with wistfulness..
its never the same once it moves into the past.

just like UP,
i cried three times,
the first when Ellie left, for the things they never got to do.
the second when he held on to that mailbox, to the memories that were faded, and harder to hold on to.
and when he found the photos, and relived if for only a moment, their adventure.

will i be holding onto your hand when we get that far down this walk?
will your face still be the first i see when i open my eyes in the morning..
and will our hearts still overflow with feelings that can't be said.

我希望。
好希望。
未來,不是那麼遙不可及。
也許,我們能一直這樣走下去。

 


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