some days I go about
as if everything is holy
holy is the wind
holy is the smile on the cashier's face
holy is
holy
other days I go about
and think
god, who?
who is this god, and why do I think with such reverence
upon a being that does not exist
this is not holy, this is ****
such is the life
of an athiest
who had a conversion
she did not
want.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 10:18 PM UTC
some days I go about
as if everything is holy
holy is the wind
holy is the smile on the cashier's face
holy is
holy
other days I go about
and think
god, who?
who is this god, and why do I think with such reverence
upon a being that does not exist
this is not holy, this is ****
such is the life
of an athiest
who had a conversion
she did not
want.
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