Feb 15, 2009 13:42
i checked my email and i had two there: one from hood verifying my log in id for my application, the other from towson reporting that someone was shot to death on valentines less than a mile from campus. even if it means going to fcc, i need to get the hell out of that place.
this is the change that needed to happen and the damage that was needed to cause it. it's like getting your arm dislocated when someone's pulling you out of quicksand; it keeps hurting astronomically worse, but they can't stop pulling. eventually the throbbing will fade and your ligaments will retighten, but you can't be resuscitated if your lungs are full of sand.
i had a really good valentines.
i have tickets to go see the mountain goats, of montreal, and animal collective.
life is good and tomorrow is on the horizon. i hope that i feel same way when the healing dawn fades. i think so, but pessimism pervades my vision of the future.
there is a lot of densely layered figurative language there. sorry to be so vague, but this might be something that will be more clear as more pieces come into play with the increasing distance from the present.