The Mixed Tape - Jack's Mannequin
Like nothing ever.
Like everything ever.
Like the absence of existing as nothing.
Like you and I and we and us and together we are forever.
Like the waves of my thought trailed down your cheek with no presence of tears.
Like muttering soft nothings and hard everythings and combined adjectives to describe this...
This...
And so life goes on.
I love transitions, phases of phases upon interphases and gaps between. I'm quite excited for this new season -- gosh, that word! "season". Such a New Hope word. Invented to intervene between what was initially intended. But nevertheless, I see such potential in this, with this. I know that God's got His hand scooping down and paving the way, turning over my dirty hands and rubbing them clean within His. It's a nice feeling. Honestly, I'm not referring to anything specific, but somehow I just know. And that's all that really matters. Because in a world where what matters really doesn't matter, what doesn't matter essentially does. And He matters to me. Amen.
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