Thursday, August 12, 2010


I like it when you sing all mournful and full of hurt. Not because it pains you to do so but because I know that same hurt and grief and longing--only I can't give it voice. Not like you. You have a way, a scary way, of opening your entire bruise of a soul and inviting me to poke at it with my own hurt.


Blogger Ange said...

you're back

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