So we often look for a love that will supplement us. Don't! I hope you find a love that complements you. Adores you. Respects you. I hope you grow to realise that only Jesus Christ can supplement us. He will complete us and make us whole. So I hope you find a love that complements you. Complements every bit and part of the imperfect you.
For my little sister Florence. Who was called "Poowo" by our baby brother when he was little. Love you..! <3
I love the way a person can be spotted from the other side of the room without even trying. It's like the earth breathing, wind beating against my windows as it's sighing. They're just as all other things are, outstanding without ever really standing out. Yet they do. Somehow they just caught your eye, and drew you in. Like the stars in the nighttime blue, one standing out more than the other even if they all look exactly the same. Since when did the pavement of dust and dirt decide to be walked upon? Without, what would support? That's the thing, it didn't, it couldn't. It just is. Just like they didn't choose to stand out, but they did. Just like you don't feel like anyone sees you, or that anyone cares to admire you delicate face. You are inspiring to someone without ever lifting a single finger, and that can't be too bad honestly. All you do is exist, and you mean the world to someone. You complement everything without ever deciding to accessorize anything, and I guess that's just the way things are.
Quiet and demure night one finds out by chance is sleeping peacefully on the same bed, covered by a grey blanket the sultry day too seeks after, the tribulations a day long. One would think that smug and complementing light for her is an anathema, is it? But now it comes to light, he is more like her paramour, this face she keeps hidden so audaciously, the unabashed adulteress has no sense of shame "When you imagine things, take responsibility to it, don't try to blame others" You'd hear her murmur, the long clandestine affair of darkness to light, takes me to where it all began.. will there be diversity that enriches life without contrast? The Himalayas should sincerely thank ocean trenches..
When the dry eastern wind raises the dust, The northern Scottish breeze sways the grass, Where the pasture and desert meet, the fulfillment of cultivating is met. Where the man and the woman meet, the very ground shall be covered with scattered weeds, for she will bring the snow, and he will bring the shovel.
Don't worry if you don't get it... I really don't think anyone can decipher it...