i'm losing my conscience and gaining a conscious.
i've decided that politics aren't very permanent.
but some other things are. like my oh-so-trendy religious unrest.

last night in my dreams, i went to seminary. with a few alterations. i got out of my boyfriends car at the seattle stake center with a cup of coffee and a pillow. in my dreams, all my religious quandries were silent. silent enough to be drinking coffee and living with my boyfriend and having not a problem with that. and everything just felt so nice.

i am searching for that silence.