It's a drag having to churn out titles

together we'll dance
to sepia tone hues

Ross: "Hey, do you guys know a Carl?"

Chandler: "Hm let's see..Alvin, Simon, Theodore...Nope, don't think so."

:)

it's the familiarity of dialogues and sounds that gently rocks me into peaceful slumber. in an alternate reality where dreams elude me, i sometimes discover that possibilities orbit all around me.

mm lovingly ensconced in my duvet has definitely ignited my penchant for snugness and warmth.

Get up on your feet and praise Him

i wonder what it's like,
to have you next to me

i never really quite know what to blog about anymore these days. words are no longer as candid as they used to be, and there always feels like there's a cloak of self-consciousness draped loosely around the frames of my writing. more often than not, words are backspaced and deleted from existence, then a brief cryptic coupla phrases are churned out simply to decorate the void.

i've hit a little more than a few bumps than i would have liked along this journey, but what a ride it's been :)

there's something potentially life-changing about learning to receive grace and embrace humility; & also pushing against the stream of hardhitting blows life tosses at you, if only to be rooted firmly in the joyful abundance of Him :)

i think im ready for the dry season to be over.

i think i'm ready to be inspired.

beautiful beginnings

can't you feel my heart beat fast,
i want this to last:]

The arm's of my Savior

there's no other place,
that i'd rather be

Hey Dad,

Help. :'( It hurts...everywhere.

I can feel it in the little fragments of my bones; the way my whole my body shivers and trembles and how my head is leaden with weight. My eyes are so swollen I feel like I'm squinting perpetually. My toes have surpassed the point of no return and I can barely feel them, every now and then I look (well, squint) down just to check that they're still there and haven't fallen off.

Most of all, I feel pain, darting in every single direction and scorching every available surface of my heart.

But I also thank You for sisters, who graciously allow me to stumble into her room and into her arms just to sob relentlessly.

thank You for friends who stay up with me comforting, consoling, advising and humoring me until I feel like my air supply is not forcing itself out in restricted gasping intakes of breath.

Dad, it hurts. So much.

But thank You nonetheless.

whatever happens, I will strive to find the rainbow in the rain.