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Lani Foronda Nov 2014
it
took
me
sixty
two
days
to
realize
that
the
distance
between
you
and
me
is
not
measured
in
miles
but
rather
moments
.

it
took
me
two
thousand
and
fourteen
miles
of
roads
a­nd
highways
to
learn
that
you
are
not
home
to
me
.

yet
it
took­
me
twenty
minutes
to
read
between
the
lines
and
see
that
i
had
m­issed
the
fine
print
once
more
.
November 07, 2014
1:12 am
(note: that fine print said "i still feel something for you.")
  Nov 2014 Lani Foronda
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Home is not a person
You cannot seek out a place to stay in a heart
Home is not where you’re from
Home is not where you’ve been
The house that has built you will be gone
The roof will collapse and the windows will shatter
Home does not exist
You are where you are
You go where you go
Your home is what is inside of you
Not a city
But there is comfort in driving down Brockton into the woods
  Oct 2014 Lani Foronda
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when nobody is there
when nobody listens
a pencil and a piece of paper
or a keyboard and a computer screen
will be there
and listen
you can pour your heart out
or say how you feel
simply by writing down the words
that are trapped in your mind
and i cannot think of anything
lovelier than that
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i don't write
to please anyone
i don't write
for attention
i don't write
for compliments
i don't write
to make anyone fall in love with me

i write
because i feel
i write
because i need to
i write
because my mind is too loud
i write
because my mouth is too quiet
Lani Foronda Oct 2014
you are loved
not for who you are
or what you can do
or what you may offer.
you are loved
not out of obligation
or tradition
or personal gain.
you are loved by choice-
and my God, how He loves you.
He loves you like a father loves a daughter
because after all, you are His daughter.
you are His child,
close to His heart,
held in the palm of His hand.
He loves like the ocean-
vast
stretching on farther than the human eye can see.
His love is
immeasurable
and constant,
washing over you
every second
every minute
every hour
every day.
His love encompasses your entire being-
who you've been
who you are
and who you will be.
He wraps you in His love
until the person you see in the mirror is not you but
He.
so i pray and pray and pray
that there is a day-
and i know that there will be-
when you can see that you are loved.
October 17, 2014
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