meteor shower

on a concrete sidewalk near the peak of dawn
huddled under a fuzzy pink blanket
all lying in wait and straining eyes for flashing
meteors.
the stars are moving!
we exclaim
the earth is spinning so fast

who knew these things would happen?

the truth is cleverly disguised,
especially when tears won't bloom.



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So beautiful

We can be preoccupied with loss or painful experiences.. making us blind to the good things of life.

And sometimes when we see those deeply human sides in people.. for a moment, you see the beauty.

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There is a longing in our hearts, O Lord,
for you to reveal yourself to us.
There is a longing in our hearts for love
we only find in you, our God...


And with cello, violin, guitar
with our voices and our hearts

we sing.

Reminded of how songs can reach out and deeply strike a chord.
So startling.

Praise was good tonight :-)
..wish you were there to share the moment.

FUDGE

i just lost my essay. gone. done for. CPR useless.
too frustrated to begin anew. less than 2 hours before it's due.
i don't really have a hate list
but if i did..
Acer 3000 computer made in Taiwan with faulty desktop partitioning,

i loathe thee.

May you BURN.

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-edit!-
got an extension to rewrite essay~ turned out nicely :-)
funny how things turn out.. thanks to all who helped! :D

At 1 in the morning..

blanketed silence except for mellow Jay Chou
lighted candles illuminate soft pastels
gathered round a milky white table
laying out heart to pen to paper
four girls, four friends
quietly write to
their future
selves.

"Not to be opened until two years later.." (wendy's photo <3)

Feelings dissected.

And swept away we show proof of impermanence
lulling waves return home
the horizon extends its arms to receive
erased footsteps
from the velvet sand.


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I write this because things of this earth can wither and fade

there were
waves of events causing thrills and turmoil, ups and downs, smooth waters and turning storms

there was
a need to return home, a return to wholeness to be who I am, encompassed and addressed

arms reach out to show the remnants of care.. and expectations being a twisted form of care..

the horizon, our intangible expectations and hopes

footsteps are memories of you and me
which were imprinted in

the grains of sand - interchangeable in singularity but maleable in compressed mounds-

velvet because it was gentle to the touch and so susceptible to being washed away.

Such is time in itself.

Yet I often forget, that above this all, there is one never changing
who placed the moon to influence the tide and placed the sun to let light through.
Both in orbit are held up by the sky..my God..?

..What should I do during an eclipse?

An eclipse of

the moon, my mind
the sun, my heart and soul.

I'm beginning to understand -
Life isn't defined by what happens to me
But how I respond to it.
And for strength, I do ask.

library-ing

BEHOLD, THE NORTON SHAKESPEARE (my big green baby)



sneaking bites of chocolate + uncontrollable snorts of laughter + actual studying + courageous dressing in NERD attire

= good times at the libraryyy :D

she writes of small petty things in forced search to
Dig deeper, dig wider
Not knowing what it is she wants
What is it that she yearns for?
Binging almost dangerously

until
Something satisfies
Her hidden meaning,
A label to secure that wavering
Thin envelope of hope.