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where do the birds go when it rains?
nowhere I can see, instead of doing sociology open windows distract me, few things smell like spring more than the way night rain does through my screen. during the summertime between the hours of 5 and 7, between the hours of sleep and more sleep for mostly everybody except me, I used to open my window and lean out over the porch roof, the lack of a ceiling makes for a better view of the morning sun, y'know. that's the only reason I know which way is east. you don't know how many times I've lost nocturnal sleep waiting for a less than punctual sunrise
the farther I get from everybody else (baby steps, one forward two back), the closer I am to myself, it's freer. do you think like that? not a faux you, but different is all. have different minds(ets) like that, a different face like noh masks, one for everybody else, and none for yourself. I don't know if this makes me strange or not, leaning towards not, right me if I'm wrong.
there is that particular vashti b. song, if I could play it for some people I wouldn't need any explanations. ^
besides giving me a reason to feel something reminiscent of causeless happiness (aside from those that are blatant), it's spring, thus I'm big into p-p-punk again. I hate that word, stigmatized, but I hate ignorant undeveloped barely teenaged heads more.
if it weren't for homework this would be my favorite season, warmth means I feel like an anachronism.
being awake at this hour typically means my mind is more open than usual; my circadian rhythym is offbeat.
nowhere I can see, instead of doing sociology open windows distract me, few things smell like spring more than the way night rain does through my screen. during the summertime between the hours of 5 and 7, between the hours of sleep and more sleep for mostly everybody except me, I used to open my window and lean out over the porch roof, the lack of a ceiling makes for a better view of the morning sun, y'know. that's the only reason I know which way is east. you don't know how many times I've lost nocturnal sleep waiting for a less than punctual sunrise
the farther I get from everybody else (baby steps, one forward two back), the closer I am to myself, it's freer. do you think like that? not a faux you, but different is all. have different minds(ets) like that, a different face like noh masks, one for everybody else, and none for yourself. I don't know if this makes me strange or not, leaning towards not, right me if I'm wrong.
there is that particular vashti b. song, if I could play it for some people I wouldn't need any explanations. ^
besides giving me a reason to feel something reminiscent of causeless happiness (aside from those that are blatant), it's spring, thus I'm big into p-p-punk again. I hate that word, stigmatized, but I hate ignorant undeveloped barely teenaged heads more.
if it weren't for homework this would be my favorite season, warmth means I feel like an anachronism.
being awake at this hour typically means my mind is more open than usual; my circadian rhythym is offbeat.