Mar 25, 2007 23:29
everything is huge for me. i walk into a store where all the tags say made in vietnam and i see rows of women with deferred dreams chained to sewing machines and i feel like crying but instead i just run out of the store. i feel overwhelmed when talking to someone i really like because i feel the present sifting through my fingers and i try to grasp onto everything before it becomes a distant memory, a slight remember when, until finally it disappears as though it never existed in the first place.
i let chocolate linger in my mouth despite the fact that i believe i have a cavity because almost every day i think what if i died because i got hit by a garbage truck/random tire that flies off a 16-wheeler and i think i would rather suck on the chocolate with my boringcavity than notlive.
there is a happy medium, i know because i think i visit from time to time. but it's rare and i have to be issued a visa and it's getting harder these days and i often have to sit in the interrogation room with one lightbulb dangling. and when the lightbulb goes out, well they have pity on you and bring you rioja wine. and you sing old sea shanties (as no light/candlelight makes you so apt to do) until the light goes on again and then you have to remain silent. and be interrogated.