2002-12-03 & 9:19 p.m. : a language i do not understand
"My heart is what God uses to pan for gold; I scoop up mounds of dirt - with my heart - and after I'm rinsed, and my love turns to mud, I find in my heart huge chunks of gold."
"My heart is what God uses to pan for gold; I scoop up mounds of dirt - with my heart - and after I'm rinsed, and my love turns to mud, I find in my heart huge chunks of gold."
i did not make this up, i read this in someone's profile.
never in my life have ever even thought a line like that.
ever.
i wouldn't even know how to begin to think of anything like that.
it's like all the kittens and rainbows and tori-amos soundtracked "faeries" have been pulled out of my head, if i am to assume that they were there in the first place.
i do not believe in magical things at all.
am i missing something?
also, after weeks of thinking on it, i still can not name the best day of my life.
i find this, above all, terribly disconcerting.
