paintchipsI sit and ponder softly, and as thoughts wander, merely passersby of imagination I realize thatpaintchips
Someone’s scraping paint away… (He’s good at that, you know) and, as He peels back the layers -those tears of joy that hysteria lacking in sanity- I see I am far more fragile than I thought—those self-same colours painted over and over to
give appearance of calm and strength are merely but single layers and when scraped away ever so gently by His hand,
become nothing.
Of course, He’s not the only one scraping. Others,
i wish i knewi wish i knew- i wish i knew a lot of things.i wish i knew
like why the trees sing when the wind blows (can you hear them?) and why there aren't doors in back of *my* closet. and why... why some things can be pondered aloud and sure- and others only in a whisper... or not at all.
Missing YouI never thought I’d say this-Missing You
but…
I’m missing you.
You- one not yet truly part of this existence of mine. One not quite past the bounds of acquaintanceships, though I deem you friend.
Is this some imaginary fabrication of a soul lacking in the knowledge that will bring it
part-completeness (for one is never fully complete without Him) or is it just lack of self and self c
GLaDOS05.07.03.You know, (of course not I haven't toldyou yet) I discovered I really actually don't05.07.03.
you now.
I suppose I thought I would; such a huge surge-upwelling of that rare drivenness [passionate, filling for a short time, but then] Even though I've never met you --seen your eyes, read your face, inhaled your being Even though are you different now? They tell me that
it's. a good question. How could I know feeling, the anyway? At a mere seven primes from infancy [in- meaning not, fancy as in dreaming. if I am beyond the not-dreami
'allo...
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...with a whip.
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I'm going to go sit over here and be jealous now.
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"Thank you for reminding me to Sin with a Grin" ~Shinedown~
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Shittle on the lort side
Can't speak those hookers up
My sink were teething
Traying plicks
Barn of yall
Whiz wuch
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"For everything there is a season." ~ Ecc. 3:1
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Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
In order to be great, you must overcome yourself.
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Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
In order to be great, you must overcome yourself.
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