Aug 03, 2012 14:04
It's too bad I don't LJ that often. I keep noticing that the "yes" icon of Dr. Horrible fits my mood perfectly every time I wander in.
Took a break from packing to capture an idea for a poem.
A pretty imperfect version and some haphazard rhymes and a skeleton of theme.
I am getting ready to move.
Always with me is that fear of sadness over passing time.
I will no longer be here but am not yet there so my mind gets all liminal loopy.
I had Lou Reed's Perfect Day stuck in my head every morning for days.
Nothing in my life even approaches the need for that earworm.
(A mashup of Cee Lo's Fuck You and My Girl finally killed it.)
Packing so slowly. I think I'm going to have to resort to all day coffee.
The new place is so amazingly opposite to the palace.
White, cool, airy, full of light. Potential for Zen?
I consider all my pretty things that I don't appreciate enough but still have.
Hard to keep up the urge to streamline.
All my things have strings holding them to memory.
I can feel a potential filling up ahead. Break into new habits.
Noticing alive. Excited.
OK, now pack.