twenty years of snow

I hate when I feel like I know nothing. When everyone else is living a complicated life right here. In the room next to mine. In the house down the street from me. In the church that I grew up in. Hurts a little.

There are bobby pins all over my shelf. I don't know why. I don't have long hair. I mean should I put my heart in a box or not? Put it back on the shelf next to the bobby pins? She never truly hated anyone or anything.

God knows. I mean, He does, when it comes down to it. PEACE that transcends all understanding. I love that. But I hate the everyday fight. But I love standing my ground. But I hate Satan. But I love hope. For the future. Hope for music.

One day, we'll put it all together. The tiny pieces. The shards that tore up our skin. The lovely colored glass melted our heart when we felt vibrant. The pottery that hit the floor and broke. The puzzle that was in our mind. We'll know it.

It'll be okay, you'll see.