toad laid it down for me this morning:

cause there ain’t nothing you can buy,
there is nothing you can save
to fill the hole inside your heart
so throw it all away

this whole cable/HD thing has revived in me the sense of weight of my possessions. there isn’t a hole in my heart. and yet i accumulate stuff. the sensation brought on by my conscience is fickle. it clashes with my heart, which sits in a strange limbo.

i don’t feel incomplete – a state i well remember from my high school days when i didn’t know Christ. i can’t quite call it contentness either, though, because the very definition would mean i didn’t want or need anything else. but i am happy, satisfied with my life. i don’t know what to call it?

In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
– Graham Greene

and kindness is so cheap… overflowing from my pockets. where’s it all go?