i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i'm 18 today.

what a strange kind of feeling

not so much about age.

but this is my first birthday independent of my family,

studying for an exam.

but some things don't change.

the absence of your well-wishing is as conspicuous as before.

yet there floods in

a brand new set of blessings

and i feel loved and abandoned.

so loved and abandoned.

thankyou katrina and kristine,

for making me smile when i woke up at noon.

even though its not time here,

my heart is home. =)

words words words

emotions emotions emotions

i'm parallel existing

in dramaworld and reality.

studying and dreaming,

working and reliving...

my only functioning paradox

to keep me alive

to keep me well

to keep me sane.

ye.

it still hurts.

but comfort calls to mind

a different face.

what do i do now at the crossroads.

what do i do.

my only resolution for my 18th year

is to grow in strength, grace and beauty.

i kiss goodbye to the joys of ignorance

and smile at tomorrows, of trials

of insult and injury.

refine me.

and i'll emerge

beautiful, flawlessly imperfect in You..

patience.

love.

joy.

composure.

wisdom.

thankyou for one more year God.

thankyou for giving me another year to remember.

goodbye 17.