it must be so wonderful to have faith. to know you have something you can always take to be true, to know there is something for which you will always be true. to have a part of you untainted by cynicism, unassailed by doubts. a part yet to be jaded and violated, a part where you always find safety instead of having to logically construct it; a sense of peace, a sense of grace lying around like a pair of old emerald earrings covered by a thin film of dust. a sudden drop of sunlight brings out a green fire and you stop to touch it.

on a different topic, the price for my soul at the moment is a jiggly-wiggly.