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Tuesday, March 25, 2003

Have no fear, your wounds will heal.

Have no fear. I might have died today, but I know that if I had it would be okay. I feel... like I am part of something. I make mistakes because I am supposed to, and I am protected by something huger than the government or immigration laws or parents. Maybe this is what enlightenment feels like. Maybe I have a terminal illness.

At the same time, though, I've come to terms with the fact that the world (or at least this country) are totally messed up. Totally. I pity those who are in denial about this, almost as much as I pity those who can't see how beautiful life is.

Today was so warm..

(Waiting, squirt guns, parallel parking, pizza, jazz, homework, fighting, Claude Rains.)

Tomorrow: school, rehersal, more rehersal... maybe Rachel's youth group again. I love people and learning and music. Maybe I'll say hello to Leather Jacket.

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