I been thinking; Oh, how the mind is a dangerous place.
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My tongue, it's not yours, but it speaks for you.
I have shoulders for you.
I've got hands for you; fingers and nails.
I have eyes for you, feet for you, hair for you,
Lips for you.
I have Love, and it pumps through my veins for you.
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My being is a little bundle of joy. "Appreciation!"
(I hate exclamation marks, that's the sizing device.)
Tell me what it means,
what it means to be so much to the multitudes.
How do you wear something so heavy? How do you hold up that structure?
Why are you claiming to lose, and is it possible that I chase it down for you?
I want to be Support; I'm jealous of her role.
I want to be Adoration; I think that her shoes will fit.
I want to be Hope; she's gorgeous, don't you think?
Mmmmmmm, I've got some steps to trace.
~~
I took a week's trip to my asylum, my sanctuary. I sorted some things out with my mind, and unified my direction, or something of the like. I am rebuilding foundations and answering questions.
"Apologies, apologies." I feel like I owe so many.
"Gratitude, gratitude." I may be in your debt.
I'm not usually so tempermental.
I'm not usually so raw and elemental.
My rollercoaster is usually parked.
I have not been usual.
Explain that. Explain usual.
Be thankful if you're receiving.
lovelovelovelover.
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Krista, your new name is "Awesomeness." I hope there's a chance to talk to you face-to-face before this year's out!
I'm sad that you're gone now. But I guess we all have to go back to real life eventually. Just know that I will always be here for you and your sexy beard.
~Whitney
loveloveloveloveyou
There is so much I don't get. Though I'm still able to take something out of it despite, not knowing. It makes me think I know what's going on, when in reality I don't. This is too hard to explain, as is most of life. Such as, why do we still live in Canada?
I am jealous of you and your season 5 gomore girls watching. jealous. and I am bored. without you here my life is just one sad waste of time. at least you're babysitting. I'm just sitting around all day waiting for the evening to come so that I can participate in our weekly goings on. wednesday=sushi. thursday=bible study. friday=youth group. saturday=extra worship practice. sunday=girls night. monday=movie night. tuesday=worship practice. wow my life is so sad and unspontaneous.and now that you know my whole schedule...
We never danced about any architecture.
mmm next time.
~Whitney
Krista, I can't believe you told my scandalous story!! It's ok though because it was pretty funny, but Kerry told to a bunch of my friends at supper which was slightly embarassing. How was Fernie? Talk to you later.
Hello Krista:
I decided your a better poet then me,
It didn't take to much for that to happen. When I was reading I felt as if you were talking to God and then to a boy,
First to God, the first paragraph, could be to a boy but I found it too defining for just that, and up to the holding structure part.
It switched with the words of wanting. In truth i like it a lot, I wish to know what you trully mean, as only you could know, by it. If I am wrong, then I am wrong, they are after all your words brought forth by your perceptions on and in life. Not mine.
B
bad news man. movie night is probably cancelled. G$'s tv is broken. sadness. so who is this boy who has the moulin rouge soundtrack. I wish i knew him. i think i might start asking people how they feel about that movie when i first meet them. like an icebreaker question but i am really interested to know the answer.
~Whitney
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