A Negotiable Term, What Gets Said's Not What's Heard.

I took my tea outside this morning to watch the light aurify the flowers in the garden. Maybe I turned to gold to, for a moment, immobilized by a naive awe of the world which only ever happens early.

I can't help but worry the words are directed at me when Oberst sings "so you're giving advice as if you had the right to use a word like 'love,'" but then again, whatever small amount of wisdom I've found inside me tells me no matter what the trouble, choosing love will always be worth it.