i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

this seems to be something i need to do.

if feelings could be deleted

oh the temptation

but i would hold on.

because then the voices in my head will remain vibrant

and my life will still hold purpose.

the things you say,

reveal your heart,

reveal my heart,

and this ship is going down.

i'm ramming it straight into an iceberg

so say my last farewells.

this month and the next.

hope is elusive to a frustrating degree

and wait, wait i must.

wait i shall.

wait i will.

how can i not?

when i serve the one who created feelings, ships and icebergs.

numb and deadened it will be however,

no more hurt.

i don't want any more hurt.