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marshmallow clouds don’t stick to me

I woke up with sticky eyes and frizzy hair

but he saw a different me

He saw something deeper

he found a beautiful sparkle in my eyes and tiny curls among the mess of frizzy locks.

I learned a number today

and surprisingly it did not pound through my head like an angry tribal drum.

It passed off my shoulder

how is the weather today?


simple conversation

It was because he prepared me, he protected me, like always.

The cloudy are sticky like marshmallows this soft breezy morning, but they don’t stick to me.


One response

  1. amen. i love this. the heaviness lifts…

    June 18, 2010 at 1:58 pm

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