songs that divide my soul from my being. words that give life to my heart. stories that burn.
randomly generated by me.
[music things]
Run Away - Brendan James
New York - Cat Power
Elements Combined - Fiction Family
Elephant - Damien Rice
Statue Of Sirens - The Stills
Venn Diagram - Lisa Hannigan
Buckets of Rain - Bob Dylan
I know The Feeling - The Classic Crime Oh.
Today I went to a writing class led by mewithoutYou's Aaron Wiess. I liked him a lot. He is different, and contradictory, and unorthodox.
And he has words to say. He has a way to say it that I can't quite follow from a distance, a way that doesn't make me seek to follow him at all. I just would like to be a disciple of someone like him, someone so selfless, a man who points to the sunsets, who makes me throw away all my expectations of him within the first 5 minutes of the class.
"turned around the praise and blame, said a glass can only spill what it contains
To the perpetually plain and the incurably inane, a glass can only spill what it contains."
So I would add: A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains - mewithoutYou
Let me contain grace and mercy, Lord.
[literacy]
I am reading Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
"Es muss sein" ... I wish I knew how to say it. It must be.
I am reading Shane Claiborne. Still. After 4 months of borrowing it I probably should actually finish it, but it is too convicting. [Irresistible Revolution]
My Life For The Poor by Mother Theresa. I plan on reading it in one night, like tomorrow, or this week.
I have a growing list of books in my head, and a very literal stack of books on my desk that I want to read. Honestly, I would be happy to read all the books I have NOW to read before I die. Of old age.
I still have this book my once best friend and twice girlfriend gave me to read. Serpent Box. I am almost finished. I gave up when I was preparing for my trip, and I haven't picked it back up again.
[love]
i broke her heart.
3 words i wish i could say. responses i wish i could write. fears i wish i could allay. pain i wish i could solve.
it hurts so bad, and i just know she is hurting far worse than me. if only i could have been the friend she should have had in me, not the boy i was to her, the one who spent all those nights on the phone, flirting with her dreams, drawing her pictures, opening her doors, baring my soul to her. Selfish weighted decisions made with great hope.
if i am going to love again i might have a long way to go. i might be too confused, too lost. too weighted.
and then again, maybe i have painted my idea of "love" into a corner.
I wish I knew. I want you to be you.
[life]
i am a son of God. a fiery brand of heaven. a broken follower of a master artist. a man beginning again. a child trying to run. the tip of an iceberg.
[.s]
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I hurt for you, man. Hang in there...