My favorite scene is the first.
Where she asks him if he's happy,
So lost... in a foreign world.
No words to answer with,
But the joy of talking about things that matter.
Of seeing you.
If you are heaven, your time will come.
She's got her long coat
and walks like she knows it,
in careless, careful grace.
I've got nothing,
and I liked it that way,
but I envy her style.
I feel a sort of desperation when I try to explain my spirituality. First negatives. No, I'm not Christian. Most of my friends label themselves pagan, but I'm not quite that, either. I share almost nothing with those who label themselves atheists, or claim no religion. I worship people. I worship emotion, dreaming, ideas, ideals, all without names. The muse, serendipity, magic with a k or not, words and the dark and morning, everything with two sides, fire, water, earth and air, breathing and life. I hold passion and reverence for so many things. I have no one name for what I am (hehe... save my own and even those I have lots of). I love. And I want to defend myself and not have to, at once. I want to speak and answer with passion, but I never know how.
Then it's please don't think I don't feel,
Because I believe in different magic.
I believe in yours, too.
Though I only see it in your eyes.
This entry is various thoughts. It's been sitting open for a couple days, so I'm posting it now. ;)
- Music:Kelly Clarkson - Low