those little words
that little heart to acknowledge and reply
selah
that openness to say what i have been denying to myself
bless your soul
makes me think the wait, the banshee me, the wilted times, the confused questioning times, the annoyed times, and every arduous times as
meaningful beyond compare
----
i don't recall me having much sweets
but when life gives such sugar rushes as
you
im the best thumb sucker for a reason when a kid
i'm the welcome mat, the rock of my esteem
maybe miracles don't occur since there are many moments right there
like the dust particles of brownian motion
they are there
but its freaking fucking nothing nothing nothing to me
i dont see it so why waste my energy?
and yet those lil pieces of you
waiting to be noticed, waiting to be acknowledged
what does time do?
time slowly builds up that speck of sunlight beam, very very slowly
quantum things , all too tiny, but slowly sweeps in , and consumes the space
till i saw the many times you were you, your concern and care wrapped up in that beam