The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them.

I try to shake it loose-but these ideas, they cling. It’s like I’m shackled to them with an iron chain. They rattle along behind me, dragging against the ground, always reminding me of their presence.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.

Tomorrow camewith the illusion of todayeven more fleeting than yesterdayit camelike it always comesand wentlike it’s always gonelike a favorite song in its final secondsTomorrow came and leftleaving nothingnothing…but a familiarlingeringsense of loss behind.

I am undecided.” When other people get involved it sends mixed signals. If only more people would be so bold, hearts would not linger so long.

Never pray to be a better slave when God is trying to get you out of your situation.