Meaning

Every word or phrase strains to mean its own meaning. And the punctuation of the question mark: smudges clarity. Smirks like a fox. Shades of blue at night.

We, poor messengers, are strapped and riddled with the clothing of language. Nakedness gets us put in the 7th floor fanny wing so we tight-lipped speak...appropriately at the expense of: accuracy.

Yes typefont helps but ill enough. Bold and ALL CAPS distract. Apologies redact. But never all the residue of suspicion. So the uncircumscribable is the truth that: words are symbols and phrases - codes. To listen means merely: decode. And if you fail, no one knows. Circumscribe. Mix up some words to appear like you: get it.

The exception being

Love.
Love is itself.
I Love You is itself exactly.
Power unto itself complete.
Just as God says when He says:
I Am

Love -

A holy mystery mirroring
A common mystery.

Half

I sat up half awake and remembered suddenly - I was losing the stories of my life. I began again. To pen the other half.