Glazed.

I have, and yet I don't.

I love, and yet often I fail.

I persist, and then I pause.

I insist, but then I doubt.

I know, but really I don't.

I don't know, but actually I do.

I talk in circles,

but really the fact of the matter lies in the middle.

心里 感觉 麻麻的 。

Or maybe its sadness trying to mask itself.

Like a pain that has dulled,

that the mind no longer registers,

but rather regards as a familiar feeling.

Not that I never expected this journey,

to have so many turns and stops.

Not that I never expected the road to be this unpredictable.

But I really never expected this numbed feeling.

Its a 3 legged race.

That's the beauty of it.

And yet it hurts.

It was a bombshell dropped, on a city who's time is ticking away.

Who's citizens are in a frenzied struggle to live each moment happy.

And yet the shadows lurk in the alleyways,

threatening to swallow the light.

And we keep running.

Each step we're not in step together,

the ropes scrape at our delicate shins,

creating blisters that open up to flesh.

Eventually it cuts deep and hits the bone,

and that's when the hurt stops.

but the running continues.

Until the end that is commissioned to this race.

In love we trust,

In him we have faith.

In our own doing,

we believe.

Hello "all things bright and beautiful posts."

when will you return?