Tuesday, August 4, 2009

words fall through me/always fool me

I found some cool new people!

Smoke Signals
teach us to love.
How to Live
Verbosity to Me
. . .meg. . .

Guess what? Tomorrow, Stephen Baker and I will turn two years of correspondence into there-you-are-in-front-of-me reality.

If 'there-you-are-in-front-of-me reality' weren't such a mouthful, it'd make a cool band name.


My heart hurt for real this evening. Physically instead of emotionally. But then I thought about it and realized it hurts a little bit in both senses.

I miss God.
I got really far away all of a sudden, and now my legs hurt from running back with such force.
It's the sort of burn one's happy to embrace.