just nod yr head...
yes...
ive felt like ive been dead all weekend. not really in a good way or a bad way but just kind of totally groggy and on an entirely different planet from everyone ive ever met before. sleeping twelve hour nites, watching cable on demand and missed phone calls, secrets. since friday life has kind of been like a machine ive taken the plug out of the noise went away and the heat of the motions had dissolved into thin air. ive been left to just lay here sleepy--alone in body and hair--work is a distant finger. my clothes melt into me. the wimin i love memories and photgraphs. ive been listening to joy division and letting the slow pounding fill me up, double me over, shake my hair. pretending that maybe a song alone can make me cry, the good cry, to let out all these toxins i feel full of but its not that easy. remembering a song alone just wont cut it, you need the feelings to back it up or else or yr just faking it.
i need to do my laundry to get ready for work tomorrow...
ive felt like ive been dead all weekend. not really in a good way or a bad way but just kind of totally groggy and on an entirely different planet from everyone ive ever met before. sleeping twelve hour nites, watching cable on demand and missed phone calls, secrets. since friday life has kind of been like a machine ive taken the plug out of the noise went away and the heat of the motions had dissolved into thin air. ive been left to just lay here sleepy--alone in body and hair--work is a distant finger. my clothes melt into me. the wimin i love memories and photgraphs. ive been listening to joy division and letting the slow pounding fill me up, double me over, shake my hair. pretending that maybe a song alone can make me cry, the good cry, to let out all these toxins i feel full of but its not that easy. remembering a song alone just wont cut it, you need the feelings to back it up or else or yr just faking it.
i need to do my laundry to get ready for work tomorrow...