Life is a Gift:Part 1

Wait, for now.

Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours.
Haven't they carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
Their memories are what give them the need for other hands.

And the desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness.
Carved out of such tiny beings as we are asks to be filled
The need for the new love is faithfulness to the old.
Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

You inspire me to be a stronger person. You've taught me to be a better person without even trying. I am so proud of what you've achieved and what you've overcame. Nothing will ever come between us. Don't give up. You and I threw out our bibles years ago, but how can I not have faith in God when after last week you still stand beside me?

Current...

Mood: Grateful
Song:Meet me halfway-Black Eyed Peas