xxi: more than yesterdays

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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.

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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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back

from a period of rest,
of wondering and considering,
of struggling and rebalancing,
and i have finally realized

i still have no answer.

but that's okay.

because when i lie in your lap to muse aloud,
your face grows thoughtful, and you listen more fully than
anyone i've ever known.

perhaps that is the journey,
this ever-extending mind-map of possibility and potential.
perhaps this is the way i learn how to love you,
in spite of my insecurity.

malfunctioning is the only thing i've ever known,
and so you,
may just be the very thing to snap me back into
what it was all supposed to be.

except.
there are always so many maybes,
and to be honest, they scare me.
but you know all about that.

with you there is no dishonesty.

Labels: musing, personal, summer

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