Music makes my heart sing. Sometimes.

Music makes me feel a little sad sometimes. And a little alone. I woke up this morning with my internal ipod playing Iron and Wine's "Such Great Heights". I was a bit concerned that I still had music in my head even despite the absence of a physical ipod, but I think it should be okay. It's not like I'm hearing voices or anything.

I. Think that it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. And I. Have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.