one of the things that makes life worth living is hope
and when that is robbed from you with everything else
there we are again, eating the core, the seeds, the worm
so humor is a funny thing, and i would be a fool to say that
i am anything but grateful to God for every day
and the smiles, and everything that came with it
not classically one to control my emotions, or make good decisions
but there is time right now to set a guard over my heart, and tongue, and wait patiently for it to rain, because although nothing much is promised, it does sometimes rain, or the sun shines and makes a rainbow, or lightning.
it hurts to dream some days, but my skin is so thick anymore that i hardly mind.
i am a fool in that i want the best for everyone as much as can be mustered, so what is it to say i would want only the best? does that cheapen it? it would take thought for me to say either way, and i'm only so invested in it at this point.
there's nothing right to say
there's nothing wrong, but i know all things work together
and that even the puzzle dust sings the master's hand
and that love
is the one thing
that is not
a joke
and i love everyone very very much.
I'll be around sommewhere, I guess, and whether I am hard to find or not, well, for a while I was not.
-anonymous-