but the brightest flames leave the deepest scars

I had things to say before this, but now they seem to be of little importance. My words were petty.


Patience is by far my favorite song by the Guns N Roses. Not just because it describes how I feel right now, but because it's just beautiful, and proves that someone hard can be soft, too.

There is a lot that I could say about the past week. I could spend a few blog posts and several hours talking about it. Frankly, I just don't feel like it right now. I'm not in much of a mood to talk.



It's not that I'm upset, or angry, or whatever. In fact, I'm really quite happy. I just feel like a washing machine, where all of my thoughts are tumbling up and down and around and things are slapping clangily against the sides but you can't open it until it's done otherwise your house will be submerged in an inch of soapy water.

You gotta churn milk before it becomes butter, you know?

So it's coming. A nice fresh set of clothes. A smooth, silky pat of butter. "All we need is just a little patience."