peaks and valleys

When you're on Cloud 9, no valley is ever a low. You're on top of the world, regardless.

blessed bizarrenesss

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I set out on a narrow way
Many years ago
Hoping I would find true love
Along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept
Pushin' through
I couldn't see how every sign
Pointed straight to you

That every long lost dream
Led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I've spent
Just passin' through
I'd like to have the time I lost
And give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there, you understand
It's all part of a grander plan
That is comin' true

Now I'm just rollin' home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

the stages of pinch

The first kind of pinch a person receives is, invariably, as an infant. As parents, relatives and admirers congregate around the bundle of unmitigated adorability, coos and funny faces are followed by affectionate pinches to the cheeks and various other fleshy parts of its miniature anatomy.

Later on in life, the same act evolves a decidedly more punitive significance. Pinches - sharp, lingering and painful - are applied by vexed parents to their recalcitrant offspring.

But even later on in life, if one should be lucky enough to find a partner so perfect their love seems almost surreal, the pinch finds another use. And when it fails to rouse the lovers from their perceived dream, that is when the pinch comes full circle and reassumes its original role.

So, pinch me. (And you did.)

starstruck

As I strolled along the canal, it was a single star that lit the night sky. It sparkled, commanding my attention with its singular brilliance. Stars, as you know, emit their own light, unlike the moon which draws its glow from the sun. And stars, as you know as well, are also suns in their own galaxies. Well, last night, I felt like a moon in that one star's sky.

If you had felt a warm glow about me, it is because I drew it from you.