It’s strange how often we chase the very thing we’re trying to articulate.  As if the thought isn’t complete until the right words arrive to house it.  We search for the vernacular the way a wanderer searches for water, not out of vanity, but out of necessity.Because truth, when it first rises in us, is…

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I said hello. You said nothing. But your silence screamed louder than any word I’ve ever heard. So I asked myself— What else could it mean? Maybe your state was storm. Maybe your heart was a battlefield dressed in civilian clothes. Maybe your silence wasn’t rejection, but a retreat. A pause. A prayer. I could take it personal. I could armor up. I could call it…

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I never rehearsed for the play that is my life, but I became the joker for a person that’s not my wife. She said it was a test to see if she believed that she could see herself with someone like me. But the curtain rose too slow, and the only joke in the story… was me. Broken hearts may mend, but…

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