Tori Amos kissed me

[siclividity]

I went to see Tori Amos the other night. It was the most wonderful night of my life, and the next day Meagan, who is now my ex-girlfriend, can just make everything awful. I love her and she's just a bitch. I know she cares, and I know there is something inside her that is wrong, I mean she cried when I touched her the other day... I can't get over her, the only time I felt better was Tuesday night with these almost total strangers and Tori Amos. I know that will be a one night thing, one wonderful night with the most wonderful people.

I mean I even met a girl who is better than Meagan, if there is such a thing, but she's very well taken by age and a man. I doubt I could even see her again.

Oh well.

At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl...
She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry.
I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand.
This clumsy form that I despise scattered easy in her hand.
And it came to rest upon a beach, with a million others there.
We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out
so that we could disappear into the endlessness of blue,
into the horror of the truth.
We are far less than we knew.
Yes, we are far less than we knew
but we knew what we could taste.
Girls found honey to drench our hands.
Men cut marble to mark our graves.
Saying that we will need something to remind us
of all the sweetness that has passed through us