你的声音这么近我却抱不到
the problem when we sweep things under the carpet is that it piles up and forms a heap, asking to be stomped on. and when that hard stomp comes down, everything flies out again. we're back to square one. that is why we sweep things out and not under the carpet. we tackle issues and start on a clean floor (okay, slate) again.
it's been one crazy hectic long-ass week. age has definitely caught on. it's so scary and worse of all, nobody gets me. i'm trying to breathe and move, chin up and trudge on, put on those imaginary matchsticks under my eyelids, plaster on that smile. it's really so darn hard. but i'm trying, still trying.
cover me within Your mighty hand. so that when the oceans rise and thunders roar, i will soar above the storm. and give me a rainbow at the end of it, a rainbow of Your promises. because i know You'll never leave nor forsake me.
i will find rest in You
alone,
and be still.
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