Dearest NanaBear,

You should be careful where you log into your Google account because it stays logged in until you actually hit "Log Out." You're lucky that I'm one of the COOLEST aunts in the world and not a scary weirdo. Flightiness is a sign of extreme intelligence, as I am a founding member of that society, however, it can also get you into a world of trouble.
xoxoxoxo,
The Lovely Aunt Leigh-Leigh (*MUAH*)

But I remember.

I wish I had words to describe the way I'm feeling right now. I think the combination of the sounds of rain and thunder sweeping in from my bedroom window and the fact that no one is responding to my text messages today are striking an interesting emotion within me. I've learned over time to revel in aloneness; to enjoy having quiet time to yourself. But how do you keep that "aloneness" from turning into loneliness? Loneliness is destructive and it's a state of mind which I've recently found myself slipping in to fairly easily. I'd like to say I don't know why, but that would be a blatant and obvious lie. There's only one who knows exactly what I need right now. And I suppose as long as I stay close to Him, the loneliness will pass before it's able to take hold.

Headlights or Starry Nights

Headlights in my eyes, more precious than your life
Blind me with their beauty and glorious gleam
They come to take me home

They only start as stars,
distant in the night sky
Then before I even get the chance to breathe
They surround me
Until a bright, pale yellow light is all I see
You are all I see

How blind was I?
When the sun hides, a deviant mask
The stars, how they strive to shine and be seen
But your brilliant sun was the only comfort my eyes could find
The night so foreign, so unfamiliar
The stars are invisible to me
They simply cannot compare

But who am I to decide
What light my eyes can find
And who are you to say
That all I see is day
The stars cannot come out to play

Who are you?
Tell me, please
Who are you?

I used to know.
In fact, I used to know you well.
But the hands have long since hung lifeless from the face of that clock.
The dust has settled at the bottom of my empty heart
And covered my eyes with specks of gray
A haze that makes my days drag on
A cloud of emotion, of circumstance
The stars are invisible to me
They simply aren’t you

Yet, I ask again
Who are you?

Blue flowers can grow...

God has never, ever let me down.

I awake to the rain,
Your grace
Tapping on my window.

The night has passed
The morning is here,
Your time
Has come

Never was there a better time
To show the world your light
You have been washed clean.


[Just a few blurbs. That will probably end up in a song soon.]