that verse...

so dark is light? waiting and wanting to know if it's true...you know, that phrase that she heard that time from that guy singing on that cd.

oh that thing! right now i want to know....really. and where did that guy on that cd get that phrase. it keeps popping up as a poor explanation for why things are the way that THEY are. it's not really a poor explanation. it's actually quite perfect, and that's the problem.

i spend my days trying to make sense of things. and when i make sense of things, things suck. so really, why make sense. why not accept the beauty of the mystery? the mystery remains despite my incredible sense-making skills, and that kills me.

I need to be killed more often. that would be perfect.