December 2011
17 posts
Driving into the sunrise. Trying to not think of James. The Gaslight Anthem just came on the radio.
Some Mornings
I wake up next to a woman. I”ll tell you more about those mornings later. Just know that I love it, and it’s always the same one.
The Words
The WORDS flow through like toxins.
They pulsate,
PULSATE at the
Noise.
Sound,
You made it all up in your head.
The flow, the words, like the colors,
In the wind. The sky falls.
darkness.
I hear nothing but the sound.
She loves, he mimics, accuses and blames.
Such pain she feels.
Poor thing, and such a sweet thing.
Are you, my dear, another blind female to the world?
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Trying to Walk Through Thoughts: Touch
It hit me last night, how much I desire to touch. I am not much of a cuddler, I can be, but nothing like my mother, who still attempts to sneak into my bedroom to cuddle in the morning on the very few days that she visits.
The more I think about it, the stranger it seems. Now, I don’t just go around touching random people, and I really don’t even like being touched by others,...
One of my loves
My dear Keurig B70 is dying on me. It is a sad, sad day for me. AND no coffee this morning? Let’s not talk about my strange dream last night either. Sleeping in dreams is strange my friends. Let’s hope this Monday turns around.
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My Exciting Friday Night
Currently in a bubble bath nearly too hot to be in. Listening to the “best” of Mozart, about to read over the key concepts of my Bio class. Loving every minute of it.
I absolutely have no tolerance
For people standing me up. If I make plans with you, that means we have fucking plans. Yes, it’s just tea, but fuck. COME. ON. Don’t waste my time. Your time is no more precious than mine.