You are my joy!

if felt as if someone had kicked me in the gut,
and am or correction, 'was' hurled over in pain.

number 4's, really are number 4's.
when they go out of the way, ie. walk up from flinders to lonsdale after a longlong day to meet the other to allow the other to unload, and buys the other a gingerbread man.
sigh :))
and no, of course i'm not talking about myself.

basking in self pity,
with stereophonics whispering 'sweet nothings' into my ear,

'maybe tomorrow, I'll find my way home'

-Maybe Tomorrow, Stereophonics'

the next song plays,

From wherever spring arrives

To heal the ground

From wherever searching comes the look itself

A trace of what we’re looking for

So be quiet now and wait

Here is our king, here is our love

Here is our God Who’s come

To bring us back to him

He is the one, he is Jesus, Jesus

-Here is Our King, David Crowder Band-

nuff' said.