grey green dan deacon
I am sitting in an empty school this saturday evening-
the sirens outside remind me of minneapolis, as does dan deacons beautiful construction of wham city.
In a month precisely I will be outside of the us borders, in a train to montreux- imagine that.
I found a nice boy, I think- his nose is beautiful and I like how he looks at me.
(The grace has left my literary skills and I am deeply saddened, though I feel I should reflect on what has happened and what is to come so I write.)
Last night I fell asleep on the couch and woke up this morning feeling odd and out of place, as I stared out from a pillow that was not mine, through the large windows that presented me with another day on this coast of rain and grey.
Ashley and I took the train to the beach on friday; I convinced her to skip class and we trudged through the rain to the shore, and I was overwhelmed with the magnificence of the whole idea of the water and waves and how they were so deafening and at the same time so muted. The edge of the world is grey and green.
It reminded me of the moment in the truman show when he hits the wall in the middle of the ocean in his tiny sail boat.
just like that.
I am going home to sleep, wake up early to sun.
goodnight (how long has it been since i've said that)
goodnight.
the sirens outside remind me of minneapolis, as does dan deacons beautiful construction of wham city.
In a month precisely I will be outside of the us borders, in a train to montreux- imagine that.
I found a nice boy, I think- his nose is beautiful and I like how he looks at me.
(The grace has left my literary skills and I am deeply saddened, though I feel I should reflect on what has happened and what is to come so I write.)
Last night I fell asleep on the couch and woke up this morning feeling odd and out of place, as I stared out from a pillow that was not mine, through the large windows that presented me with another day on this coast of rain and grey.
Ashley and I took the train to the beach on friday; I convinced her to skip class and we trudged through the rain to the shore, and I was overwhelmed with the magnificence of the whole idea of the water and waves and how they were so deafening and at the same time so muted. The edge of the world is grey and green.
It reminded me of the moment in the truman show when he hits the wall in the middle of the ocean in his tiny sail boat.
just like that.
I am going home to sleep, wake up early to sun.
goodnight (how long has it been since i've said that)
goodnight.