:: Friday, October 18, 2002 ::

"And I know that it's God's gift to breathe..." (India.Arie)

The first light every morning...
The smile over something untouchable, whispering around my lips...
The spark of energy that no heaviness of textbooks can snuff...
The wild, passionate beating inside of me, a different tune than any other...
The depth of a starry night...
The security and safety of a clear future...
Promises and realities of love, like beautiful wine overlowing the glass...
To some, He is God. To me, He is everything.
Apologies for the cliché.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 12:57 AM :: + ::