if you see a guy wearing a tie and sweater
with disheveled hair,
ask him where he is,
and he will tell you,
"I hear music in everything around me.
I see photographs in everything.
I feel everything as a prayer.
I am brimming with it,
but, I cannot play music.
I cannot take a picture.
I cannot pray,
I cannot cry,
and I feel like I am going to explode everyday,
every minute, every second, of every day."
She'll look at him.
very still, very quiet,
just so,
and he will understand that he is a human being.
and that is ok.
Friday, November 28, 2008
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