Friday, January 16, 2009

Sometimes saying, "God loves you" sounds so cheesy. Hear it and whatever it. Dumb trivialness. There is such a desire for an immediate physical presence, for something obviously tangible. It is as if the soul has been so hammered into a state of sheer exhaustion to the extent that the heart cannot be trusted any more. The body must look to believe. The eyes are right, even with cataracts and colour blindness and short sightedness and long sightedness. It is better than nothing. It is all we have left. We look, we don't see.

(I am so tired of bearing the brunt of someone else's loneliness.

I can never try hard enough. I can never give enough.

What do we do? Make do?

Lonely people are the hardest to love, the hardest to please, the hardest to leave.)

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