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There are times when my turmoil threatens to destroy the tranquility and I am unable to quiet my restless thoughts long enough to find just a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. And there are times when the anxiety overwhelms my mind and it races from subject to subject, never resting in one place long enough to allow even a tiny glimpse of calmness. When the weight of my internalized torture becomes so oppressive that the damage it inflicts is about to fracture my serenity beyond repair, I mak...

I'll sweep my loneliness under the carpet like yesterday's dirt. I figure that's a good place for it because it'll be out of sight and nobody but I will know where it is. I'll let it stay there and add to the pile just about every day or two. Eventually, I suppose somebody might notice the lump under my rug and ask what it is. "Oh nothing," I'll say. (Nothing but loneliness that is.) "Nothing much at all."

Sometimes when we embrace I find myself wondering what it would be like to slow dance with you. But I’m not much of a dancer and yet in my daydreams when the soft music begins we move together perfectly, gliding effortlessly around the room to the rhythm of my mind-song. With you in my arms my every step is flawless. Then my reverie ends and I realize I still have two left feet. But maybe next time we embrace I’ll be brave and ask if you would like to dance.

When I am overwhelmed by my tenderness for you my attempts at language prove futile, my words become a tangled mess of participles run rampant and adverbs hanging off the ends of sentences. So I retreat into my thoughts and give myself over to the silence, allowing those thoughts to speak perfection, to breathe life into the quietness. And only in the stillness can my thoughts speak volumes, can I whisper words of devotion and provide an explanation about how very deeply I love you. Were I to...

I charted my course through the reefs and the shoals, making certain the weather was right. I prepared in advance leaving nothing to chance. Then set sail by the dawn's early light. The water was calm and the wind just a breeze as I guided my boat through the waves. In my heart was a song as I sailed along and the words sounded something like these: "Heave to, My child. Heave to. And see what I will do when the strength of the gale rips and batters your sail, heave to, My child. Heave to." Ou...