God...

[greenstorm]

...is everywhere. Something not to forget.

I like slam poetry. Dev0n rocks, and not just for introducing me to it. You know, this was the second time I cried about Kynnin in a public place; the first was when that man at the folk fest was singing the 'and it's a lucky man who gets to touch her face' song. Crying in public isn't the right description; it's crying because of a publically-induced thing, not walking down the street with a friend crying but doing something that's supposed to be intimate.

Who would ever have thought that *I* would end up with emotional scars? But they're there, past the grief. Grief is just a feeling, but scars twist things up, lock them up, keep you from moving right and being smoothly. I imagine they fade. I don't... approve of them, you know? I *grin* don't like my past to influence my future. But, there you have it.

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[matt79.livejournal.com]

Ah, those *were* tears. I wasn't sure.

They do fade, and all those cliche sayings about time healing all wounds are maddeningly accurate. Mostly.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I cry at the drop of a hat, although sometimes when I'm 'supposed' to cry I don't. Something that can make me laugh and cry both, though, is really rare.