Times ticks, so inevitably.
It passes like the slow rush of a train.
Drowning your thoughts in a shallow pool.
It pulls, you push.
This is life, you think.
This is it. You gain confidence knowing that this...
This is it.
In my mind, THIS is never it. There is always something more. Something more that will always drive you in some odd direction. You don't have to stop at anyone's command. But maybe, just maybe you'll pause for love.
And He says
"But maybe, somewhat,
Kind of, mostly,
ESSENTIALLY,
Largely, primarily,
Predominantly,
Conceivably, possibly,
Perchance, it might be
Feasible to say it's
EXACTLY
How I love you,
in a roundabout way."
And I love you, too.
Regardless of the disapproving looks, glances and stares. I say to that "Thanks for the jealousy. Now I know I've got a good one."
