i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

sometimes, i miss the safety net of being in a relationship.

just because, when the spaces in your hands are filled,

most people respect it.

i guess its easy to forget,

that sometimes empty spaces are there for a reason,

and that they aren't obligated to be filled.

like walking being only a means to get to somewhere.

what if i just like walking?

what if i like walking by myself?

or what if, i like walking alone, unless it's you?

i am fighting the good fight.

but sometimes i wonder why i'm fighting at all

and i'd like to lean against a closed door,

soak in the silence of a private place all mine,

filled only with echoes of those i want in there.

there is too much noise in this world

and it beats in my heart,

creates chaos and comes roaring out

so my mouth has to be clamped shut.

and so i am tired,

with pent-up frustrations with nowhere to go

except i think,

that maybe all this is a slow and steady turning of my head,

to focus on the one thing that really matters,

and to start it

through prayer.