travelingalissa
Sometimes I see stone walls and wonder who built them. No wall as intricate as that occurs in nature.
I wish a dozen days could turn into a dozen years and I would be where I was.
A dream contained the skyline, looking through my back window, we could see it. The reality was twisted, though, because the back window is in the bathroom, and why would we be on the couch in the bathroom, looking at the skyline.
I caught a glimpse of stunning this afternoon. It was after my mom poured my bucket of pity party over my head and slapped my face. Stunning is the provision and wonder of what I dont deserve. Stunning is a God who loves me.
The shuffle makes me sick. Tossed, change, waves. Please, plant me solid. A foundation in which I have a grasp, in which I am not grabbing onto anything around me for strength.
Solitaire, I want to google this but Im running out of time. I feel like that about a lot of things. If I only had one more second, I could give you what you wanted. But, solitary. I don't want your solidarity.
Why did we choose a heart to represent love? It's full of weird arteries, veins, muscles, fibers. What does a pacemaker represent about love?
I left. Just abandoned all the things I had ever wanted and went back to comfort. It called to me and told me that I could resolve all my problems there.
Birth is like an orchestra. Only a master conductor can direct that freaking crazy time and have a living child result. No joke.
It makes sense in my head, probably not enough that sharing it would make sense. It would be great if these abstract thoughts made sense out loud.
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