Waiting for the Storm.

Mumford & Sons: a band after my heart. Grand strings, banjos, and desperate, earthy vocals. I believe, in their musical repertoire, I have found a song that is closer to my heart than any other.

I sometimes debate letting everyone I know know about this journal. Would they think differently of me. Would I write differently. Would I delete everything personal.

Today I talked to a middle-school girl named Brianna. She lives in my apartments; I've known her for a while, and today I invited her to the Edge - straight out, when she answered "7th grade," to my question of what grade she was in now. Then we talked about stuff. She is one of those who give me hope for this generation.

Today I ate black licorice for the first time in years. Last time I tried it, I absolutely hated it, but I savored it today. The strange aftertaste is still there, but my taste buds embraced it joyously. Ah, speaking of taste buds, mine received a revelation yesterday in the form of marinated artichoke from Giant's olive bar. We bought bruschetta, feta cheese, and a couple artichokes, piled them onto some crusty bread at home, and feasted.

I have realized that the things necessary to life can be the most enjoyable.
Eating.
Breathing.
Drinking.
Loving.

That's what I've learned.

And after the storm
I run and run as the rains come
On my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we stood for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That's why I hold,
That's why I hold with all I have,
That's why I hold.

I won't die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your tears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your tears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.