Monday, January 31, 2011
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Monday, January 24, 2011
Break My Fall
Corn Bran out of a mug. New? Nah...
Waking up before noon. New? Probably.
Mum's back home. I am glad, but I'm tired. Glad outweighs my heavy eyelids and the sogginess and graininess of the cereal. Heh. I don't really have much to say; I don't know what compelled me to visit the URL and create a post, really.
I couldn't sleep last night. I snuggled under the covers around 1, but likely didn't drift off into unconsciousness until 3. When I did, though, I had a rather beautiful dream about an accidental sunrise and an unusual birthday present from someone dear. It was strange, sure, but I could feel the fresh morning air in my lungs during the first part, and the flutter in my chest during the second. These dreams seem to be getting more vivid lately, and the textures stay with me through waking. It's neither a good thing nor a bad thing, it just is. Like many things, it simply is.
I can feel this upcoming week weighing upon me rather heavily. Not because of the weight of plans or double-bookings, but something about the air when I woke up this morning - the smell of the rain, maybe - tells me it's going to be cataclysmic. My, I really am a hippie.
I think I might try to go back to sleep in a bit, because I just zoned out for a good 45 seconds while staring at my cat, comtemplating the shape of her haunches. I confuse myself.
Waking up before noon. New? Probably.
Mum's back home. I am glad, but I'm tired. Glad outweighs my heavy eyelids and the sogginess and graininess of the cereal. Heh. I don't really have much to say; I don't know what compelled me to visit the URL and create a post, really.
I couldn't sleep last night. I snuggled under the covers around 1, but likely didn't drift off into unconsciousness until 3. When I did, though, I had a rather beautiful dream about an accidental sunrise and an unusual birthday present from someone dear. It was strange, sure, but I could feel the fresh morning air in my lungs during the first part, and the flutter in my chest during the second. These dreams seem to be getting more vivid lately, and the textures stay with me through waking. It's neither a good thing nor a bad thing, it just is. Like many things, it simply is.
I can feel this upcoming week weighing upon me rather heavily. Not because of the weight of plans or double-bookings, but something about the air when I woke up this morning - the smell of the rain, maybe - tells me it's going to be cataclysmic. My, I really am a hippie.
I think I might try to go back to sleep in a bit, because I just zoned out for a good 45 seconds while staring at my cat, comtemplating the shape of her haunches. I confuse myself.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Minor Chords and No Regrets
I feel as though I'm searching for meaning in a bag of Wonderbread, only slightly aware of the fact that I shan't have any luck. I feel tired. I feel blind to the beautiful, and beautiful to the blind, and I'm congested. Out, out... I need to get out. Swings.
Cookie Dough
I'm all marked up. I feel stretched, like a skin over a drum. It's very interesting, the things that happen. I question myself sometimes. Where are my boundaries? I feel as though I have some etched in pencil, but a strong enough force could entirely obliterate them. Would that be freedom, or madness?
Dance lessons tonight - I'll try to find something productive to do until then.
Dance lessons tonight - I'll try to find something productive to do until then.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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