swirling/churning blood

Jun 24, 2005 18:02

so friday comes again/
it's so weird... the days feel like they drag on for an eternity, but friday seems to come everyother day. I suppose it evens out?

Hmmm... life?: I made falfels yesterday?
Sweet, my life is fun/

I want... to hover over the floor and drink tasty drinks, and then soar over treetops at 100km/h giggling and listening to loud enthralling music. I don't want to do anything, but I want to do everything. Float down a river with a perfect soundtrack of lullabies. Or swim in some stony lake with birdsanimalsandvividcolors.
I can't even verbalize my desires because they exist purly as emotion.

My blood is sooo restless.

I want to get stoned or drunk and listen to music on headphones in some grassy feild under a warm blanket until I fall asleep.

I like these lines from the Metric song The People:
Not watching the seasons, watching days flow by
No quenchless autumn breezes, late tomorrow skies
Are you frightened by the moment? i softly lie
Where i thought i would always be, i let myself get by
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