In Heart and Mind...

It has nearly been a week, so it is time to blog. What topic shall I choose?

I will start with a quote I read on Saturday.
"I demand unconditional love, and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible." (sorry, I don't know the author)

This quote really speaks for itself. It holds its weight. I like it. Hmmmm I think an extremely good balance can be achieved though. Freedom allows for love. Love can release a freedom from within.

What else do I have......

I really enjoy a band called 'Sleeping at Last' they are very poetic. I forget about them sometimes, but I always come back. Today I had a song stuck in my head. It was one of their songs called "Quicksand" I will post the lyrics. Then you can become extremely excited, and go listen for yourself.

There are wires in between
Human heart and machine.
I will wait for mountains
To tell me you're okay

On paper my future will lay.
Ill fold every failure into a crane.

Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.

Slow down, hide your eyes!
The sun is setting fire
Through glass, branches deep.
I cough only to breathe.

Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.
One thousand more to go,
Ill send every prayer from below.
I was swallowed by a whale.

Slow down, you're all words
And love is made of yarn.
Scissors,
A slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue;
God knows I meant no harm, I meant no harm.

In between every promise and lie there is a kiss.
In between tempers and suitcases there is a kiss.

In between medicine and the sick there is a kiss.
In between arrows, aim, and release, there is a kiss.

(Anchors in reverse
Lead us back to birth.)

Trust can be hard. With your whole self you can want to trust, but sometimes there is nothing left- and you can't. It pulls you in. Like quicksand. That is all I have to say about it. I think. Maybe I will think of something profound to say later.

Now for a moment of random thoughts...

Silence cries out.
Both content and anxious.
Thoughts of light and dark.
Silence loves.
Silence hates.
Will you speak out?
Will it help?

That is all for now.
-Lexi
Ps. Metric in 5 days.