It’s maybe because we need to learn that this test of time and distance has to engulf us from different shores. This chapter has a story that costumes a paper torn of the beginning from the end. These times pour out half the cup of our portion, break chemistry into substances, split an oreo… to know what’s inside, to see what life is without the other. My lips curl downwards just by thinking of going on without a louiebelle. I can see my shadows will mimic you.

Argh. Where was I?

Ah. The little things, the halves, the pieces of us without the other only magnifies what we as one, are made of. God has the weirdest most sensible ways to teach us how to make the we. It’s Process to the effect basically.

In contrast to this time of division, we are building.

Lots of dreams, lots of dreams… you and me under one roof, to measuring the streets that are paved by fireflies in a post, to looking through the colors on the back of dvds stacked for a sleepless night, submerging in a world under a blanket, chasing dreams through our voices that stay up till the sun sleeps. Dreams, lots of dreams lots of dreams.

And to peel the mist that covers what comes:

You are having job interviews today. Thank you Lord for the two job interviews in a day! How is my little garl doing in the street of Melbourne? aye?