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The synchronicity tonight is so loud.

I'm so thankful I can still hear it,
despite the void between my ears.

then again,
I don't think I could tune this out
even if I tried.


My guiding hand of love
is helping everywhere you go.


Lord, even if it still looks dark outside,
help me keep my eyes open.

I know the sun is rising even as we speak.


I might not understand why,
but I think I'm supposed to be alive to see it.

if being alive means this, and only this,
like they both said...
if surviving another day means nothing except
being able to love for a moment longer,
then I think it is worth trying again.

maybe i'm a fool.
maybe that doesn't matter.

maybe the only hope i can remember some nights
is the seagreen glimmer of his eyes
and the soundless waveform of his voice
insisting that despite almost a decade of disaster
he really does love me too.

maybe that's enough
just a reminder of the greater truth here
that can never be lost
no matter how far i've fallen


maybe that's enough...
even if it's also my biggest reason to die.



god you sure had one heck of a plan for me here, i'll tell you what

i can't tell what's up or down some days, and yet i'm still breathing

i guess you've got a better idea as to what's going on than i do.


let it be done to me according to your will.
that's all i have the strength to pray for right now.




and yet i feel like smiling.
how wonderfully odd.