certainly feeling the weight gain and depressive eating cycle hitting. it's early spring. it's due. usually an awkward season transition keeps me all wound in the wrong direction. but i am not coming unglued like some others in my life (keep those in your hearts please). i will start walking once the rain stops.and moving on.
i am tired of not writing poetry when the moment strikes me. this is funny b/c i do this with the two things i love most. god and poetry. they strike. i hide. it's a full war. i mean i even own camoflauge. wait. did i say that? no, now i really don't own camo. jess does. and i make fun of her for it. she even had camo wedding decor. seriously. moving on.
my currently reading list comprises of two books: real sex by lauren winner and let's go to london, london on a budget, by who-really-cares-anyhow. all that matters is that today in my chapters we respectively discussed: that women are thinking a heck/hell (depending on your political affiliation) of a lot more about sex than a group of specific men believe. sorry bub hate to burst your bubble. while you are lusting after miss chestthesizeofmt.rushmore we women are thinking of the way some guy can turn us on and getting all googlyglop over it. and that the brits love to drink and the most popular pubs are filled well before happy hour. isn't it great? and we're still moving on.i've talked about "that bad thing that happend a while ago" to some people that i didn't expect to. it's weird letting his agenda unroll and seeing where it goes. i hope . . . well you can fill in the blanks there.
and even though i didn't think we were moving on i wanted to say that if my bro reads this or leah.
the weak are stronger than what we give them credit for. you can choose to live in the sadness (and in the words of the Cameron Crowe, get inside the deep melancholy of this) and cherish it's sadness for a bit. then you can start your take off. taking pictures along the way. don't stay low so long that we begin to miss you. your smile is my addiction. i can't help but think of you as happy. and well i will fly kites for you anytime. pick dandelions and send them in the mail to you any day. and really you ought to dance here. dance in this place and carry off with joy. because goodness is clear and sweet. sorrow is bitter and foggy.and i love you.
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have I mentioned recently that you are beautiful? And that I get to see you tonight? yay =0)
Meg,
I love you more than you can possibly know. Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. I know that they are from God. It means so much to me to know that you are praying for both of us. I know that God has a plan for each of us and that He is right there with us in the midst of every storm. Thank you for still loving me and being my friend in spite of this past week. No one ever tells you that doing the right thing hurts just as much (or more) than doing nothing at all...but I am confident that God is in control. Hopefully I'll get a chance to see you in a few weeks at the Beartonez concert.
love,
Leah
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