.55 sigh

currently listening to

i'm trying to make you sing,

david crowder band

here i sit by you

right

now.

or you are far away,

distant shores,

or your face on my screen,

your voice in my headphone,

your handwriting inside the card i keep in my special box of precious things at the back of my top drawer.

"cos the love you bring

won't mean a thing

unless you sing,

sing, sing, sing"

travis once wrote.

because once i told jesus

that if you're not gonna be in heaven

then i'm not going

but apparently,

it's not for me to weep.

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to jess, 

wherever she may be.