you are chipping away at something inside of me
(i am letting you do it every time
am i asking you?)
and for now i cannot tell
whether you are carving something within my framework
or peeling back layers and finding something that has been waiting to be uncovered

i need to know what you want
because i am forgetting what i had been hoping for.

"i'm not the way i thought i was"

continually viewing fragments of myself in others becomes a bit like piecing together a stained glass window.
i want to reflect light and help it fall in pretty colors onto the floor.

there is so much joy
in so many things.

little things will never fail to make me run into the next room and tell someone else why i laughed or felt loved or caught a taste of hope.

faith hope and love
[and the greatest of these is love]

i was asked a question
to which there was no honest answer
either way seemed deceptive.

the timing is off
the timing is off
the timing is off