9/23/09 9:25am F train-
I sat in my little orange corner of the F train while KD Lang sang about broken cold hallelujahs. Somehow the gravel in her voice forced down every cement wall and electric fence I had secured around my soft spots. You know, the wooden floor boards in the attic that you dont walk on because you're just not sure.
Tears welled as I commuted towards something. Something for better, something for worse. Something that makes me ridiculously happy; that is... when my my fortress is in place and KD Lang isn't hand delivering my reality.
The woman across from me feels the same way. Our sadnesses speaks to eachother like old friends. They dance together right there in the middle of that train and teach us a little something about humanity.
Why is it that when the weakness of two people come together they form something not only strong, but seemingly intense and beautiful? Is every piece of beauty we see built from scattered bits of people's sadness? Is that why it brings us back to tears when we really feel it? When we REALLY feel it.
Thank god for this woman. Hallelujah.
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Bravo, Bravo! It's great how you can transform these feeling into words, words that so many of us can relate to.
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