i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

but its a completely different feeling from the last untitled post,

although there is a strand of emotion that remains the same.

i am angry,

but more so,

i am disappointed.

and then, i grow tired.

and when i'm tired and the bitterness swells in my heart

i will be silent, and step quickly away.

to push my storm cloud away over the ocean of solitude,

and rain alone.

this was 24 hours ago.

and now, a day later,

i have drained it all.

to take great joy in all the little things i can enjoy,

to work hard and be rewarded,

to imagine about what will happen tomorrow.

i admit, it gets lonely sometimes,

when the place echoes with sounds that are only of me.

yet i am thankful for the quiet,

and the strength it is teaching me.

the week is beginning again,

and it is full of things i have to do.

but my faith is renewed,

and i think,

i hope,

i'll try

to be ready.