the dance of the ink riddled fingers

good to me

Posted in epiphany tiffany, pin the tail on the love, thought spills by enisea on 28/04/2012

Sometimes all I can do is whisper “thank you”, and watch a tiny breath and a couple of measely words disperse invisibly between the addressed and myself.  There is so much I still can’t believe I’m blessed with. And still, despite my foolish banter, unsatisfied sighs, selfish actions, in my self-inflicted hardships and my own lack of understanding/organisation, I am still much too loved.

It seems that for almost twenty three years, everyone has become increasingly good to me.

Thank you, God.
The first, forever.


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