"digging for a fire"

i'm rattled and rickety, and so i went to the beach searching for vitamin D - but all i saw was shoreline spotted with topless French-Canadians. i hadn't seen my friend in weeks and she asked me what was going on with ~i~. i told her i didn't know.

and i don't, but this is beside the point.

the point is how can we ever really know? even if every lover told every secret, even if every one was the One, even if she shared only her truest deepest self... how would we be able to understand without first knowing ourselves?

it easy to get lost in these questions, and as we walked back south with the tide coming in i told my friend: "sometimes life is so full, the only hope of not being overwhelmed is to remember we are infinite."

the Pixies never meant to me like they did today.