varietal verbatim.

Life is circular.

How do you know that last night won’t be the last time you see the moon?
Must be faith of some sort.

Sometimes all you want to do is go back to sleep.
Sometimes it takes more of an effort to smile than it does to stare blankly ahead.
How do you know whether that smile could make someone else feel loved?
Maybe if I just dropped the whole thing, she won’t be mad at me anymore.
I’ll just stop talking about it.
What would happen if we faced the truth?
I keep making promises to myself.  I’ll stop drinking.  Smoking.  Binging.  Purging.  Lying.  Gambling.  Spending.
Promises that I can’t ever seem to keep.
What if I admitted that I can’t do it on my own?
Everyone sees the same face every day.  The “everything-is-okay” face.  Life is spectacular.
They don’t see me cry at night.  They don’t see me break down at night.
Is there anyone in this world who knows me as I am?  I want to believe…
Must be faith of some sort.
God is not in Sudan.  God is not in Pakistan.  God is not in North Korea.  God is not in America.
God is not in my home.  There is no hope.
But … what if there was?  And what if He is really there?
Must be faith of some sort.
It’s a scary thing to love… because eventually, you discover that you can be loved in return.
Wait -
I must have missed something -
I don’t have to prove to you that I’m worth it?  But you don’t know the half of it
I’ve made so many mistakes and I’ve let people down,
you don’t understand where I’ve been
what I’ve said
what I’ve done
You know all of this about me already?  And You’re still here for me?
Must be love of some sort.

Faith.  Hope.  Love.  But the greatest of these is love.

Love.