Forgiveness is just as much for the forgiver as it is for the forgiven." -Unknown

Sometimes it's about your point of view.

Forget it.

Reality is not found kneeling over your bed.

Have you ever imagined what it looks like? I don't have to.

Because he's more than just for hard times.

It's in the back of our minds. After all, we never stop asking questions really. But is it normal, or a problem?

What WE think. What WE want. What WE say we are. It consumes us.

Questions.

It's been said many times, but we don't often really keep it in our hearts.

He tries to tell me that none of it is true.

When, you hold something close long enough, no matter how simple, it grows on you. When it begins to crumble, part of you goes with it.

Pain, suffering, and tears, all tiny on a scale compared to him.

Written September 11th, 2006.

Have we forgotten?

A simple assignment bores an experienced writer to death in her first period.

I wasn't feeling well to the point that working on anything beyond short bursts of poetry wasn't gonna happen.

It has to be.

A short collection of spiritual haikus from the past few months.