Monday, November 21, 2005

good words

thegetupgirl22: hey off subject but i wanted to share this awesome excerpt form a short story that i just think is deep and i think youd like to ponder .. i have been lately
spunkyrunnerblue: ok
spunkyrunnerblue: ok
thegetupgirl22: its from a sandra cisneros story (same woman who wrote eleven)
thegetupgirl22: Rachel says that love is like a big black piano being pushed off the top of a three-story building and you're waiting on the bottom to catch it. But Lourdes says it's not that way at all. It's like a top, like all the colors in the world are spinning so fast they're not colors anymore and all that's left is a white hum.There was a man, a crazy who lived upstairs from us when we lived on South Loomis. He couldn't talk, just walked around all day with this harmonica in his mouth. Didn't play it. Just sort of breathed through it, all day long, wheezing, in and out, in and out.This is how it is with me. Love I mean.
thegetupgirl22: i have been trying to figure out what i think it means ..
thegetupgirl22: and how i think it relates to jesus maybe
thegetupgirl22: anyway thats that ...i gotta go make brownies with my friend kelsey