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so, i've been spending a lot of time lately in buildings and rooms with hardwood floors, the perfect surface for dancing.
(if i said that the fading weather, the way we're being eased into the winter in a way which i didn't think annapolis capable of, reminded me of losing love, would you think less of me? the sun was shining and this morning was warm, but walking home tonight, i wore a coat as protection from the cold and the rain)
late at night in this town on the east coast, cars line the cobblestone streets, lit up only by the blue-white glow of street lights. i walk home on the uneven sidewalks, and the only thing i can think to do is sing love songs out into the night.
i told someone recently that i only write here when i'm depressed; at the moment, this does not prove to be the case. what a liar i am! life is not worth complaining about right now. there are ups and downs and strikes and gutters, but it's really all blah blah blah.
someone told me recently what they think my problem is and i listened and i've thought about it, and i think i know better than anyone else what my problem (if i have one?) is, and i think that it has to do with me looking for someone just like myself which is a pursuit that may or may not have an end. in this place, i feel it tends toward endless. (maybe i shouldn't base so much on this, but) I'M SINGING AT THE FUNERAL FOR ALL YOU BORING PESSIMISTS. find me the girl who knows what i'm talking about, who speaks my language. or maybe i'm just a crazy person and i worry about this too much. psh, the weather's still bearable. my bed is still warm enough.
(if i said that the fading weather, the way we're being eased into the winter in a way which i didn't think annapolis capable of, reminded me of losing love, would you think less of me? the sun was shining and this morning was warm, but walking home tonight, i wore a coat as protection from the cold and the rain)
late at night in this town on the east coast, cars line the cobblestone streets, lit up only by the blue-white glow of street lights. i walk home on the uneven sidewalks, and the only thing i can think to do is sing love songs out into the night.
i told someone recently that i only write here when i'm depressed; at the moment, this does not prove to be the case. what a liar i am! life is not worth complaining about right now. there are ups and downs and strikes and gutters, but it's really all blah blah blah.
someone told me recently what they think my problem is and i listened and i've thought about it, and i think i know better than anyone else what my problem (if i have one?) is, and i think that it has to do with me looking for someone just like myself which is a pursuit that may or may not have an end. in this place, i feel it tends toward endless. (maybe i shouldn't base so much on this, but) I'M SINGING AT THE FUNERAL FOR ALL YOU BORING PESSIMISTS. find me the girl who knows what i'm talking about, who speaks my language. or maybe i'm just a crazy person and i worry about this too much. psh, the weather's still bearable. my bed is still warm enough.