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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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  uncertainty
the future holds only one thing,
potential.

in the fuzzy space of potential,
there are traces of hope and reality,
of expectations and truth,
uncertainty and drive.

in this case, the question of daring becomes an ever-pressing concern,
but even more than that, is the will of a greater voice.

fuzzy space muffles, it gradually drowns out the senses in its dampness.
the result is poorer vision, and damaged hearing.

what am i supposed to be doing...

...is a question that needs answering...

...but still has some time.

so at least, in the midst of potential,
i will continue to live as i've always lived,
in genuine appreciation of new experiences, and hope to build
a courage that will last me till the very end.

courage to live in, and face uncertainty.

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