"You step a little closer to me, so close that I can't see what's going on."
I'm in school in the honors lounge and I just finished typing an essay that I have completely forgotten was due today. Four pages in two hours, two missed classes. Eh, what can ya do?
There are a lot of people I need to talk to sometime soon.
I'm actively pursuing talking to some people and actively avoiding talking to others.
I wrote a sentence underneath that last one and then rewrote it about 4 times. The I scrapped the idea entirely.
I don't feel like explaining myself, I guess.
There's a DYC retreat this weekend that I get to go on and that will be cool, I'm excited.
Alright, someone needs a computer, I'm out! :-)
"Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little harder to say what's going on
Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can’t say what's going on
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on"
Damien Rice "Cannonball"