They want me raw and smooth like glass // They want it fast but they don't want flaws

I was in class this morning and I came to a decision: As well as putting the blame on both the man and woman when a relationship breaks off, I blame that man or woman who, through a fated and unpursued encounter, did not reach out to that person who then landed into a doomed relationship. It is for this reason that the person will not find you, their one true love, and will continue to enter relationships failed from the very start: it is our responsibility, not only to ourselves but also to that person that would otherwise never know just what Love was that we should reach out for them, to go through the fire. Otherwise we are puzzle pieces being made to fit where they just do not, halves convincing ourselves that this other makes us whole.

Some things in life are just too impossibly beautiful to ever place english words together and describe. Even hopelandic words fall short of the light. Sigur Rós at the theatre in Detroit, the words shining all around and the chimes and strings dancing with our hearts. It was so very close to being dashed by those who found it more enjoyable to shout aloud with alcohol running through their veins rather than the notes of the Icelandic opera. But their voices could never soar above those hopelandic heights. My eyes were closed standing in the mountains, the snow melting all around. Icicles dripping on piano keys.