vanilla raindrops

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It's raining. Water pouring over sidewalks and yellow leaves, dripping from the plants hanging from the deck. I wish I could sit out in it and write. I wish I could see it from the balcony of that green, three-story house in that small town in Austria. And the world is no longer oppressive and desperate. The rain isn't good because it's fitting to my melancholy mood -- it's good because it's pure, water to nourish and renew. Rain will fall down, replenishing all of our broken dreams . . .

And I'm ready for anything from you. Fly in the rain and burst. So many months of separation, but I couldn't stop hearing your whispers in trees dancing under grey skies, your songs in clear, warm nights and young girls playing guitar. You were the one thing I longed for, while I tried to convince myself that bubbling vanilla soda, sad British rock, holding her hand, lighting candles were enough. But I'm half-alive until you say my name. Heart of stone, crying out to be broken.

Heart of flesh. Heart of spirit.

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went to Bible study tonight. and they started talking about homosexuality. and i went in the other room, and i thought, who cares, really? like, if it's wrong, i'm sure the gay person you're trying to convince of that has already heard it enough times. and if it's wrong, why is it focused on so much more than other "sins"?

tonight it felt like a few people took over the "religious" discussion and the rest of us just kind of wandered around playing guitars. it used to be better. it used to be safe. we'd sit in a small circle and the leader would ask us how we were, did we need prayer for anything?

i don't want to be like them. people are all so small, throwing around their judgments of the universe. it's silly. i want to tell them, people will probably be helped more by you if you just listen to them and love them, instead of telling them exactly what's wrong with their lives.

i want to know God, but not necessarily be like Christians. not like that.

The Blessings of Gay Marriage

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