hey please don’t fall for me, just don’t.
I’m sorry in advance for not having the courage to give you the warning you need out loud. I’m sorry because impulses take precedence over what I know I shouldn’t do, most nights. I live with my eyes wide open. I stay sober so I don’t even have that excuse. I can’t expect you to walk the fine line of detachedness with me. If I could I wouldn’t be alone on my couch right now.
I’ve been thinking about Sufism. And how maybe Judaism isn’t the root of Christianity or Islam the root of Sufism, maybe its just that they needed to keep what they had been taught originally, but the end result is still Love.
organized religion, hmph.
I love Rumi. I don’t wanna call it Christianity or Sufism, can we just talk about how love is pretty much the only thing worth worshipping? The only quality I would allow you to attribute to God?
and I’m tired, not making all that much sense, but I’ve been writing beautiful things. That always comes to me as the nicest surprise.