Something like a crossroads song (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
charlieblue) wrote2008-11-05 08:13 pm
charlieblue) wrote2008-11-05 08:13 pm
Wandering around in a haze of glory.
I have three singular emotions running through my mind:
1. Joy, joy, fierce, euphoric, such indescribably violent joy I cannot even - I just - joy.
Obama.
2. One giant scream of screw you to hell.
Prop 8.
How can people be so petty, so mean, so bitterly ignorant as to deny others the happiness of a union that exists as a manifestation of human love?
3. Hope.
Do we got it?
Yah.
Can we do it?
Can do.
Will we?
There's faith, then there's hope. One is a static, unwavering fixation on the joyously unprovable. The other is all momentum, a spark pushing us onward toward something just as joyous, but something that, however blurry and ill-formed about the edges, is something conceivable, something achievable, something that is more.
So that's me. What's you?
1. Joy, joy, fierce, euphoric, such indescribably violent joy I cannot even - I just - joy.
Obama.
2. One giant scream of screw you to hell.
Prop 8.
How can people be so petty, so mean, so bitterly ignorant as to deny others the happiness of a union that exists as a manifestation of human love?
3. Hope.
Do we got it?
Yah.
Can we do it?
Can do.
Will we?
There's faith, then there's hope. One is a static, unwavering fixation on the joyously unprovable. The other is all momentum, a spark pushing us onward toward something just as joyous, but something that, however blurry and ill-formed about the edges, is something conceivable, something achievable, something that is more.
So that's me. What's you?
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^That is me.
(:
I'm so happy!
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Obama, FTW.
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