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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  quintessential summer
summers for me are about re-discovery,
they are the milestone must-hits every year.

the heat here is intense,
as though it hit the beach and turned all the sand to glass,
and i found myself in a summer of mirrors,
reflecting from every angle,
the vestiges of this year's battles.

once again, i find my mind and heart weighed heavy
with serious considerations
and re-considerations...
in a good sort of way though.

yesterday i walked myself away from a long-awaited reunion
full of new thoughts, about the people who have been a big part of who i am.
where they sit now, how they see me, how long its been, and what really has changed?

it makes me wonder,
if all the hard battles and changes have been smokescreens,
shielding me from the sad reality that people just never change.
am i different?

i tell myself,
'you're doing pretty well.'
and yet,

the mirrors clearly reflect a confusion i keep trying to hide.

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