An eyelash fell on my cheek today
And without much thought I flicked it away
No wishes to be made
No games to be played
Just like my old eyelash
I floated away

Thou steppedst into this world with a purpose,
And it's by HIS Grace for Glory,
Each moment HE hath led thee in HIS Care,
All thro' thy twenty years HE kept thee in HIS *****,
Each thought in thy mind is HIS Grace,
Each word thou uttereth is by HIS Power,
Each deed of thine is HIS Will to do,
And thy breath in thee is HIS Gift to seek Eternity.
Thou hast travelled twenty milestones in HIS Care,
And on this day thou hast steppedst into thy 21st milestone on earth,
That thou shall be in HIS Love till reaching Eternity.
And so, thou shall walk in His Footsteps ever,
And HE is God in Christ JESUS WHO is the ONLY WAY into Eternity.

I have all these scenarios playing out in my head
Because I keep wondering what life would be like instead
Of waiting for the future, I imagine it myself
Cause I know, life won't turn out as I hoped
They'll fall apart
I'll fall with them
These images in my head will fade
None of them will be real
All these scenarios
Will only ever remain
As words.

It’s something that you smell
It’s something that makes you feel at home
It’s something that brings comfort
What is that for you?

What brings you the feeling of a tight hug?
What brings you the feeling of protection?
Is it a thing or a who?
Do you have a someone to lean on?
Do you have someone to make everything fade?

That’s the goal isn’t it?
It find a solace in life
A place of absolute comfort and trust
To find somewhere you feel at home
Is it your home or a different place?
Is it a person, place, or thing?
What makes you feel like you’re safe?
Where is your safety blanket?
Who is your safety blanket?

It’s a feeling of warmth wrapped all around
It’s a feeling of strength and assurance
It’s a feeling that cannot be mimicked
You’ll know what this feeling is when you have it
In that moment
You’ll feel at peace
The weight of a thousand sand bags will lift
The weight of all your worries
Gone with the wind
Turned into a feather to be blown away

Have you felt this?

i hate how you're so utterly perfect
i wonder if other people also notice it
how your scattered freckles mimic the stars
little dipper's tail has made home by your lips

i hate your contagious smile, that look in your eyes
for your perfect boyfriend and his indie rock band
i am no longer myself; i am hopelessly tossing coins
and wishing to hold a constellation in my hand

Forgive me, I won't

demand so much anymore --


and then receive more.