i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

somehow it is not surprising.

i was caught off-guard but not surprised if that makes any sense whatsoever.

it makes me sad that in my folly,

in my thoughts and selfish blundering i let my ugliness seep through.

the importance of keeping myself accountable,

the importance of keeping myself in.

my heart is on my sleeve, and it has done too much damage.

so i'm letting this run its due course,

mistake after mistake will only make me better.

a step away from the wrongs and into the right direction.

the confrontation of the ugly sides of me are always painful to bear,

but softened, by the hearts from where it came.

like a sweetness that comes with the bitter.

the unwillingness to give a dose of good ol' medicine,

but there is love in the hands that offer,

and that really, is all that needs to be there.

if not then,

there is now.

if not now,

hopefully tomorrow.

a new slate always.

a blank screen.

things we talk about on staircases,

in houses full of hearts the beat for love.

moments across the table,

chopsticks ringing on plates.

a book of well-wishes, and joy.

a quiet look,

some form of redemption.