thoughts and emotions scamper rampant as words fly around incongruent to sentence structure...

...there's just something about the music... there's just something about the words... i've read a great many inspirational books, stories, quotes, and sayings -- i've heard quite a number of passionate awe inspiring songs... yet it does not lie in the lyrics nor the words -- its the one from whom they come that inspires me so...

tis quite heart provoking to wander seemingly aimlessly from day to day then find oneself at the exact point one should be at in God's will. it is another form of heart provoking entirely to reflect on where one has been and find another one who has traveled a very similar path -- potentially the same.

what makes me nervous when talking to her...
looking into her eeys and seeing what i see -- a depth yet only a fragment of her soul too deep for me to see... what does she see when she looks back at me? does she see my sin? my shame? my wild creativity persistantly untaimed? what do i know? what do i show? what do I see? is this for real or my imagination running rampant on me? i cannot fear, i cannot fret, not moving forward would be my only regret. If I should try and if I should fail, then oh well, pull back, tighten the ropes and set sail.
am i ready? am i set? all i can give is my all. put down as my bet.