Chains and Peabodies

This morning, I intended to write more about one of the two unfinished stories from earlier this week. Instead, I think I'll just try to take a snapshot of how I feel right now. I want to save it for later; I want to be able to remember it.

If it's a color, it's faded, greyish white.
If it's a smell, it's death and pumpkin pie.
If it's a touch, it's a warm, friendly hug -- in handcuffs.
If it's a taste, it's the last tomato of summer.
If it's a sight, it's a retreating goodbye.

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Lord i want to yearn for You
i want to burn with passion
over You and only You

-- Shane Barnard