When I am alone, I am not lonely.

When I am lonely, I am not alone.

Hours spent by myself pass like minutes.

Minutes spent in company pass like hours.

Sitting in my home I feel endless.

Standing in a crowd I feel isolated.

Why does it seem like these things are reversed?

It is written about the Father's judgement and how it harms
but one thing I've always noticed is the Son's love always follows.
For you are my sunshine, my only sunshine
--and it's not just in the song that I see your love.
I have grown you from an apple seed in the frozen winter ground
and you have brought spring to my heart where I thought permafrost had set in for sure.
You are my greatest gift
and soon my greatest pain
but I would endure every second and bleed out every vein.

Another day has come
Us all greeted by the Sun
Skies that shimmer blue
Bring new choices we could do
Within the mind
We create
An ever vaster
New landscape
It is our fate
To stir and shake
A life that only
We could make
Miles long
To the horizon
Try to see
With more than eyes
Then
So much more
Could than be seen
Like hidden stories
In between
The words
And voices
Birds
And choices
So often taken
Just for granted
How little nourished
What's been planted
Always asking
Never granted
No steps taken
Always pulled
Leads to unintended fools
For at the end
Of this one path
Is infinite
Says all the math
Endless love
Or endless pain
When phrased like this
Much less a game
Fortune or fame
Or selfless giving
Which ones are
Truly living?
Just alive
For an agenda
Leaves no rest,
Just ask yourself
And do your best...
These words just read
Have not been spoken
By a life
That's not been broken
But sewn together
Healed by time
Or in an instant
Within the mind
Seek anew
And one may find
That what's ahead
Is far behind
Shackled by our thoughts
That be
Just look inside
You have your key...

here i am rising
up the chain lift
and for a split second
i’m on top of the world
i can see everything clearly
and as soon as it began
i come crashing down
so fast
it could give me whiplash
everything moving in a blur
and the feeling makes me ill
so i’m stuck riding
this endless rollercoaster
and you’d think i’d be used to it
by now
but hey
at least i’m living

I have walked this street so many times, in heels, in sneakers, at day, at night, when it's beginning to rain, when the sun is shining, when the moon is out. Same destinations, different stories every time. We cry while we sing "I will survive", we run across this very street with feet that didn't feel like feet. The sign was alive! And suddenly we were too. A stranger lit their cigarettes, I saw the french guy from my class but ended meeting another french guy, one I wasn't expecting. Kissing didn't feel like kissing, dancing felt way more than dancing. I suddenly felt like dancing with you, and I don't dance with anybody.

Also j'ai parlé un petit peu de français avec toi.