intersected...

...for some moments

parallel for others

you didn't see me

i was invisible to you even
when we crashed

or was that why we crashed

i am you
you didn't see me


you looked through me because you just saw you

and ignored yourself

uncloaked

inky black
inside
a see-through shell

like you

uncloaked
i see you

i make out
you're no different from anyone else

same tastes
same lies
same oblivious stare


am i the only one
to dare

to be different

about you and my dreams.

i am dreaming

you, whoever you are

someone other than who i thought you might be?

you and me, at an altar

then, in a home

and you play with the boys

while the girls and i laugh and i teach them to knit

and we all sit down and eat

watch a movie and feel loved

and then i jolt

woken up to another dark night

after another day spent alone

and i fearfully place the grains of my hope into His hands

what will happen?

the grains may be tossed into the winds

never to be borne

or they may be used to build my dream

as the days tick by

the dreams trickle away

farther from my heart

unfulfilled

i wish i could know what will happen

and i wish i could know who you are

about love and Love.

i was made for love. 


to give it and receive it. 


unfortunately i give more away than i receive, resulting in a lopsided and confused heart. it rows with a whole paddle on one side and half of a paddle on the other. it just goes in circles mostly. 


the only reason i am special to the universe is because Jesus loves me. this also makes me a target to the universe.


perhaps one day someone other than Jesus will truly love me and i will again be made special. 


it can only be the person who can never leave that matters in this though; forever is what makes the special real. and permanent.


He is Love. 


i was made for Love. and love.