:: Friday, January 03, 2003 ::

"Guilt-stricken, sobbing with his head on the floor..." (The Verve Pipe)

A little background info -- The following was scribbled on a gas station receipt as I was driving to Wal-Mart yesterday. This is a frequent habit of mine, as my thoughts have a tendency not to wait until I'm in ideal conditions to write them down. God help all the other drivers if I am ever found without paper and a pen! (God help them anyway, as writing while driving is probably not the safest activity known to mankind.) Does anyone else have this infirmity?
"This day has an inherently sad quality about it. I am again a voluntary Atlas, carrying a world too full of grief to comprehend. So many broken hearts, shattered dreams, pieces of people strewn across emotional battlefields. Sunshine is tainted by regrets. I wish I could divorce myself from humanity and not have to feel the weight of so many tears falling in this world. How did Jesus take this upon Himself?"
Amazing how the world can be so vibrant and beautiful while so heartbroken... and heartbreaking.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 9:50 PM :: + ::