"and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life"

psalm 42:8

Thursday, January 29, 2009

it's complicated. 
what we are. 
what we were. 
it's complicated. 
what happened. 
i thought i knew. 
i thought you knew. 
where we were. 
where we stood. 
but we didn't. 
neither of us. 
and now what? 
where do we go?
where is our future?
gone?
away?
finished?

i am displaced. 

i just want to be told, "jet'adore..."







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