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would this fragile love ever end?

the scales are tipping-
not in my favour
they never do

that dull, familiar ache of wanting
and never getting
growing to be part of me

i just had a depressing bout of piano playing and my playing skills have just about anything but improved. ohwells. i should practise. but i don't. as usual. procrastination seems to be my most obvious trait. is it the tip of the iceberg or the bottom of it?

i want to spin the globe and wait for it to come to rest. and i'll go to the place my eyes first focus on. maybe it'll be the arctic, or japan? or paris? i set the globe in motion.

a beautiful whirl of colours like a kaleidoscope form beautiful pictures from behind half-closed lids. i mustn't cheat!

let's pass the grieving sea

how apt the song seems to be. i can almost taste the irony in the words i say. why can't i ever stop being so sarcastic and just learn to be more appreciative of my life? why can't i ever treasure what i have? why do i always do things i regret?

the globe slows down, but not quite yet. there's still some time left. did i spin it that hard?

yearning comes from deep within and wells up into the word 'i'. did you ever stop to think why the letter 'i' is in the middle of the word sin? well, i did. because of my self-centeredness did i commit most of my sins. or maybe all. can't i ever put others in front? can't i ever put God in front?

dear Father in heaven, please help me to stop being so self-centered and to always put you in the centre of my life o Lord. please help me to always think of others first before myself o Lord, please make it second nature to me Father. i know that i cannot do this by my strength alone o Father, so please help me and give me strength Lord, for i am weak and Thou art mighty. in Jesus' name i pray, amen.

the globe comes to a stop.

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