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Thursday, November 09, 2006

change, this is good

  1. The past few weeks have been difficult ones, with words that don't come when I wish, and tears that come much too often uninvited. For some odd reason, I can't seem to find my feet, and I sorely miss the sureness of solid ground. What would you say of this lack of certainty on my part, what would you say? You would take my arm in yours, tell me that the world is at my feet, ask me what makes me the happiest of all. But everything is confounded in something else, and I am lost in this, and that, and all the things that accompany all things else. Tell me what to do to make you, and all of them, proud?


  2. One of my lovelies will tie the knot soon in a land halfway round the world, where the sun shines with fervor and the lands are ripe. I wish I could be there with you, to see how happy you will be, how beautiful with your skin radiant and your hair shiny as night. The years will surely be different now, there will be so much love, I am certain of that. That, and the fact that the coming white wonderlands will be strange and incomplete without you (and your bubblegum coat of love).


  3. My mind feel assaulted by those wordlists one makes in preparation for the GRE. Graduate school applications have been draining, a sure warning sign of the lack of a life I will most probably have should I get accepted. I've spent much too much time obsessing over the questions of what is good enough, if I am good enough, but time will tell, will it not? (That is, if I can get these applications out in time to make the deadlines)(!??!)


  4. And you, again, are my saving grace. There is little that keeps me sane these days, and little that brings me joy, but you, you do both so effortlessly. And I am thankful, so very thankful for you, because you know my heart as bare as you do, and you love me still. So between goldfish kisses, sleeping twitches, and loads and loads of m&m cookies, all while I'm nestled up in your bed reading my paperback while you work; I am content.

sherry @ 9:52:00 pm
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