i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i recommend that everyone pick it up right away and finish it.

its one of those stories that changes the way you love life and literature forever.

a complete page turner.

as 盧廣仲 plays on my itunes,

and the air-con exhales cool tendrils of air into the bedroom

on this quiet weeknight.

i feel beyond blessed.

blessed that i am not the book thief.

that i have read about the book thief.

and that she lived long and happy.

i hope.

i wonder what its like to watch firsthand

as the waves crush footprints so deep into the sand

they disappear.

i have seen, but i have not met.

and i wonder if i will be brave enough.

i don't really want to answer that question,

as if,

if i say yes, that it will come upon me.

but that saying no will keep it at bay.

and my fingers clasp at blessings,

trying to keep them cupped

trying to smooth them over a perfect picture

of average.

if only i could find the right words,

if only i could belong to that rare species of genius.

but genius seems to come at a price

im not willing to pay.

or maybe,

the genius im looking for is the trade-your-soul kind.

and the average i long to be at the same time,

is found in a

simple conversation with God.

i think we all know which one i picked long ago.

there's still a price to pay.

but my certain hope is that,

it is all worth it.

for nothing on earth

is as beautiful as you.