Tuesday, February 24, 2009

"Hannah, the thing about peace is that the harder you work for it, the further it gets."
"But Jesus died on the cross!!"
"Yes. So you don't have to."
~ Christian Morey.

I guess the word of the day is: Eventually.

Your eyes are full, full of the future of us. The air changes as you look across at me in that wondering way. It is as if I knew you before we spoke. Do our hearts know something we don't? Converging, conspiring, without giving us any say. You're ruining me with secrets and gestures and looks, with sonnets in second-hand books. Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play. You sing me to sleep, talk down my walls, look through my windows as I wait. You could be the thief I give the key to. It fits in your hand like the water in rain. Unlocks our two different selves and shows we are the same. Rather than wait til I put me out for the taking, you're breaking into my heart, and I'm letting you.

[The Thief ~ Brooke Fraser]

Sunday, February 22, 2009

If I could talk to my 8-year-old self, I'd tell her to be bolder. That she's as dangerous as they are.