my senses
i'm listening to the kind of music which makes you want to swagger down a busy sidewalk at a fast pace wearing a tight black trenchcoat, awesomely vibrant heels, and sunglasses. maintaining a slight but confident bounce in your step. looking straight ahead, to a destination unknown to everyone, and you just keep walking. i doubt anyone would know what i'm talking about, but that's what i think of when i listen to this song. guys, i really hope you don't relate to these high-heeled feelings.
i'm seeing a screen and with a room dimly lit, the glow continues to prolong my headaches and etches pointedly painful craters into my pupils.
i'm tasting chai with remnants of a recently consumed banana wedged between cheek and gum, hiding between crevices in my teeth, and wafting up through my esophagus in the form of a burp.
i'm smelling my deodorant, chai, a banana, and my dog. each intake of oxygen carries with it a whiff of something new. it's just that kind of day.
i'm feeling the painful reminder of an early morning spinning class at the y. a sore ass, among other sore things which have resulted from a concrete and leather seat of death on a stationary bicycle. i'm feeling damp and cold from brine shrimp and aerator experimentation in the basement. i'm feeling itchy all over, and i feel the burn of chai passing from mouth to stomach.
i'm seeing a screen and with a room dimly lit, the glow continues to prolong my headaches and etches pointedly painful craters into my pupils.
i'm tasting chai with remnants of a recently consumed banana wedged between cheek and gum, hiding between crevices in my teeth, and wafting up through my esophagus in the form of a burp.
i'm smelling my deodorant, chai, a banana, and my dog. each intake of oxygen carries with it a whiff of something new. it's just that kind of day.
i'm feeling the painful reminder of an early morning spinning class at the y. a sore ass, among other sore things which have resulted from a concrete and leather seat of death on a stationary bicycle. i'm feeling damp and cold from brine shrimp and aerator experimentation in the basement. i'm feeling itchy all over, and i feel the burn of chai passing from mouth to stomach.