I love the fault lines of my soul.

[jackshoegazer]

I had a long and philosophical post planned in my mind as I drove home this morning, but alas, I am too tired to construct it. The main theme was the secret seed of everything. Cells, tumors, muscle pain, love, complexes, everything. Perhaps later.

So it's off to bed I go with ponderings of love and redemption circulating in the ether.

And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault-lines and the soil.

~Bright Eyes, Bowl of Oranges

Comments

[maeghanne.livejournal.com]

pretty