I want to share with you all the extent of my delirium
The night before last, I couldn't sleep, and I was up all night. I spent some of this time composing an oddly happy bar (not song though, because I can't figure out how to start lyrics)
the rest of the time I spent writing in my journal, ya know, the real one where I don't have to censor things? But just to show you how delirious I was, I'm going to post some of that here.
Feb 21, 1:20 AM (crossing out like twenty times because I couldn't figure out what time it was)
There are some things in life that are just too beautiful
like today...
with a dirty knife, I opened an avacado
threw the pit in the trash
half expecting an avacado tree to pop up
half wondering if one could - ever - grow there.
(YES I WAS HIGH!! NOT REALLY BUT LOOKING BACK I FEEL LIKE A MORON)
It's 2AM
no, not 3 (tRY nOT tO bE cLICHE hERE)
yes 2...
and I am feeling artistic (whatever samantha, what goes on in your head at 2 am?)
I recall that aonce I had calluses on my fingers from playing
they're coming back
Try to reach something today -- like every day
but sometimes nothing just comes with everything
there's a pillow over my naked body (yes, I do sleep unclothed, I hate the feeling of a tshirt all bundled up against my neck, like, choking me, but do not worry, this is not the case during sleepovers...clothing happens then)
the lights are on -- i hope they can't see in
it's snowing and I just CAN'T SLEEP anymore
but right now I don't care
bite into the avocado...rotten
it doesn't taste like avacado
see, now THAT is odd.
don't tell me you're odd after this.
the rest of the time I spent writing in my journal, ya know, the real one where I don't have to censor things? But just to show you how delirious I was, I'm going to post some of that here.
Feb 21, 1:20 AM (crossing out like twenty times because I couldn't figure out what time it was)
There are some things in life that are just too beautiful
like today...
with a dirty knife, I opened an avacado
threw the pit in the trash
half expecting an avacado tree to pop up
half wondering if one could - ever - grow there.
(YES I WAS HIGH!! NOT REALLY BUT LOOKING BACK I FEEL LIKE A MORON)
It's 2AM
no, not 3 (tRY nOT tO bE cLICHE hERE)
yes 2...
and I am feeling artistic (whatever samantha, what goes on in your head at 2 am?)
I recall that aonce I had calluses on my fingers from playing
they're coming back
Try to reach something today -- like every day
but sometimes nothing just comes with everything
there's a pillow over my naked body (yes, I do sleep unclothed, I hate the feeling of a tshirt all bundled up against my neck, like, choking me, but do not worry, this is not the case during sleepovers...clothing happens then)
the lights are on -- i hope they can't see in
it's snowing and I just CAN'T SLEEP anymore
but right now I don't care
bite into the avocado...rotten
it doesn't taste like avacado
see, now THAT is odd.
don't tell me you're odd after this.