Today I learned how to count it all as joy.
And I learned that counting it all means counting it all.
You are more than enough.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Right Now
Right now
Right now
Right now
Right now there are traces.
Right now there are promises.
Right now there is silence.
Right now you are moving.
Right now you are doing something.
Right now you are preparing.
Right now.
Right now
Right now
Right now there are traces.
Right now there are promises.
Right now there is silence.
Right now you are moving.
Right now you are doing something.
Right now you are preparing.
Right now.
Like The Moon Chases The Sun
You hurt me like the moon chases the sun, only to be left in darkness while you enjoy a brighter day.
You hurt me like wind on a fresh cut, only enough chill to sting.
You hurt me like salt in a wound, just deep enough to get inside me and deep enough to need water to rinse you out.
You hurt me like a punch in the stomach, with no air and strange emptiness.
You hurt me like a stolen toy, just enough attachment to miss you when you're gone yet no familiarity when you're around.
You hurt me like moon shames the stars, stealing their glory only to outshine them.
But I don't think anyone ever told you that a star shines brightest when it breaks apart.
You hurt me like wind on a fresh cut, only enough chill to sting.
You hurt me like salt in a wound, just deep enough to get inside me and deep enough to need water to rinse you out.
You hurt me like a punch in the stomach, with no air and strange emptiness.
You hurt me like a stolen toy, just enough attachment to miss you when you're gone yet no familiarity when you're around.
You hurt me like moon shames the stars, stealing their glory only to outshine them.
But I don't think anyone ever told you that a star shines brightest when it breaks apart.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Shift
You shifted, and I felt it.
You can not come back after a move like that.
And I am already gone.
Spinning Nowhere
How is it that I can not find the words to say to someone that I have woken up to every morning for the past five years? We used to speak about the small things, but now the small things can not be found. Let us wait for the dust to settle; this tornado has not left just yet.
She Flew Away
They had found a journey.
They held hands as they walked up the mountain.
The mountain had many trees and many winding hills.
They climbed the trees and ran down the hills.
But there was one hill that he couldn't climb.
She made it to the top, but she couldn't help him up.
It was then that she realized that he could not go where she was going.
He didn't want to turn around and go back.
But she bade him to go because she was about to fly.
And once you fly, you never come back.
So she flew away.
And he still sits at the bottom of the tree.
They held hands as they walked up the mountain.
The mountain had many trees and many winding hills.
They climbed the trees and ran down the hills.
But there was one hill that he couldn't climb.
She made it to the top, but she couldn't help him up.
It was then that she realized that he could not go where she was going.
He didn't want to turn around and go back.
But she bade him to go because she was about to fly.
And once you fly, you never come back.
So she flew away.
And he still sits at the bottom of the tree.
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