anthem

You will lift my head above the mighty waves, 

You are able to keep me from stumbling,

& in my weakness You are the strength that comes from within,

good shepherd of my soul

take my hand & lead me on 

come & coexist

reminder to self that languidness & happiness are not mutually exclusive

calendar girl, who is lost to the world, stay alive

january, february, march, april, may, i'm alive

june, july august - 

"this place is a shelter"

this is a place of unadulterated quietness - the queer kind of quietness that emanates when the lift door closes in a crowded place & inhibits your breathing space: you are entrapped, but the feeling of safety anchors your soul & you feel claustrophobic no longer.

this is quietness that is borne from a feeling of rest - that is birthed from hope, not resignation.

this is quietness that carries you out to sea & swallows you whole - but you float instead of fight, & avail yourself to be eaten whole.

this is the kind of quietness that is gentle & yet demands to be heard,
the kind of quietness that is of the heart & cannot be simulated, nor replicated
on whim.

this is the quietness of hope.

(87 days, but You are my quietness; You are my Hope)  

+65 tunes

(bc i couldn't find it in me to study after eleven & i was feeling impulsive as heck - but ahh did it make me feel really happy)