And you were lying wide awake in the garden...

There were several times today during class where tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.

Today I was thinking about how when you're in physical pain, for example, a black eye, it is easily recognizable...."man, that looks like it hurts." However, there is no way to see emotional pain. I feel like my soul has been pounded, smashed, tossed, broken, and left for dead. But no one is able to see it.

In all honesty, does it even matter that people can't see how I feel? What difference would it make? I don't want to be depressing and pessimistic. I really try not to be and it usually works. There are times when I am truly happy, but I always go back to feeling sad.

My philosophy professeur at Grinnell was talking about how we can never be uncertain of anything except for things that seem to be true to us. There is no truth in saying, "The table is blue." Truth can only be found in saying, "It seems to me that the table is blue."

I just remembered that time at the market
Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rolled down aisle five
You looked behind you to smile back at me
Crashed into a rack full of magazines
They asked us if we could leave

I can’t remember what went wrong last september
Though I’m sure you’d remind me if you had to

Our love was comfortable and so broken in



BE YOURSELF.
who am i?