38. “A wet bird never flies at night.
We can’t know if we laugh at ourselves for being silly or to forget that we’re not and that we are still here only by a sufferance that can be no more predicted than appeased. Like most things, probably a little of both.
Life is beautiful, but we often forget and decorate it with ugliness.
But don’t ever forget: adultery is also biblical grounds for forgiveness, healing, and restoration.
Sometimes a woman has experienced too much life to have any blush left in her cheeks, but the man who puts it there is someone not easily forgotten.
We stood, holding each other’s faces, memorising every last detail. I was deperate with my own need to capture this last, lingering moment, desperate to forget the horrible sink at the pit of my stomach telling me all this would be lost forever once they pulled the chip out. Please don’t let me forget.
Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.
You always have an option to opt between,
‘You will always remember’ and ‘You will never forget’.
Forgive and forget is the divine ideal. Grappling with the hurt while biting your tongue and struggling to refuse justifiable vengeancethat’s closer to human reality.
I open my eyes.
I want to know:
what is in the abyss of a kiss?
Are stars born in these black caves
that house bated breaths and unspoken words?
Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks
to greet one another by ivory gates?
What happens when we kiss?
Where do you go?
Don’t tell me.
For I have lost my desire to know.
so that I forget myself.
I close my eyes
and fall in the abyss.