stranger-than-random rumblings-in-a-bubble entry

if only all watches stay un-waterproof, then fish would never be bothered by the notion of time her little ocean. yet one day some genius just had to invent waterproof watches. and so now her world is no longer timeless. the want for par excellence is simply weighing fish down. down. down. she can't breathe. she feels her lungs filling up with water, and she is sinking deeper and deeper into the ocean - she can't see! yet strangely, that gave her a little tiny sense of relief. for she is afterall, a fish. and fish breathe with their gills, not lungs.

looking through the lancet arch, what might one wish to see? for life is afterall not meant to be understood, its meant to be lived. hmmm... be lived.

into the deep waters fish swims so deep, she wonders if any fish will ever know how to reach her? ... are you my conscience? iridescence.

on mind reading. fish thinks that her mind says....

"you still don't understand, olivia, we're not supposed to know what other people think." hmmm....

see, you're not supposed to know what other people think in their minds that they don't wish for you to know, yet there also exists a dozen unspoken thoughts in their very same minds which they'd be happy if you knew. hasn't this always been part of the defining criteria for a soulmate anyway? rather contradictory creatures, fish would say. essentially, to be understood encompasses both the aspects of being empathised with as well as being mindfully-read by another, no?

one may feel distanced from the entire world when no thoughts of his or hers could be read by another unless explicitly stated. yet, some laments the fact that others could read them like a book. so, tell me again funny humans, how would you like yours to be read? from the left, right or the centre?

Blessings by Laura Story

We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

‘Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise

We pray for wisdom
Your voice to hear
And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near
We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love
As if every promise from Your Word is not enough
All the while, You hear each desperate plea
And long that we'd have faith to believe

‘Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise

When friends betray us
When darkness seems to win
We know the pain reminds this heart
That this is not, this is not our home,
It's not our home

‘Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
And what if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if my greatest disappointments
Or the aching of this life
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy
And what if trials of this life
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise