Tuesday, 2 February 2010

TwentyFive

Unsure, Undecided, Unkeen, Understood.

I've chewed on these words and pharses for days, I make the decision to swallow them and let them rattle around in my brain instead of my gums, hopefully preventing them from trickling out of my bitten lips.

Its the constant worry, to say the right thing, to ask the right question. Unkeen to ask, Undecided whether or not to ask, Unsure where the question will take me. Understood, what I could be loosing.

Can't some one do it for me?

Just ask Him.

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