..of embarrasment to self from succumbing to stupid things that hardly any other one will every know about, much less the emotions and processing that went with it.
..of hopes maybe too high if i keep silent, otherwise what is your life about, really?
..of the quiet but turbulent breeze that brings sheer joy to the soul, because it's too much air breathing down your lungs as a gift from God.
..when i looked at faces everywhere: at the church, on the bus, at the coffee shop, in the office; and notice how similar and different our lives are.
..that told stories of hidden agenda, unknown truths, never-celebrated victories, secured wounds of pain, of secrets.
..when i felt sorry and dumb and powerless and numb; nonetheless life has to go on and on, and on.
..of people staring at you, with wholehearted judgments (sometimes care), with a few names longing for someone to hold and keep.
..of tears that brought cold cheeks and chest, pillows and hankies, regardless whether is joy or pain.
..to remember loved ones, miss them, reminisce, and miss them some more...that summarize mistakes, triumphs, sorrows, fulfillments, scars, loves, conflicts, and EVERYTHING in between; all in one sitting.
