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Dec 14, 2006 07:37

Despite everything else I might say, these are the moments I live for. Four of us in a bed. Me feeling Alisha breathe. The beauty of a foggy Broad Street at 1 am, just a few green orbs to light my way. The pound of techno remixes and my little asian roommate grabbing my ass. It was trance like. It was my hedonism. It simply was, and that is a state that I am not overly familiar with at present. So many other things didn't matter. We weren't quite infinite, but we certainly a very large number.

Why does Damien Rice simultaneously sooth my soul and make me bawl like a baby?

I am afraid to sleep because then I might miss a moment of life. But I must learn to accept my place in the universe. Even if the days start to run together. And a good cry would make me feel so much better. I could let the demons out, purge my soul, and release everything that I've been afraid to say to everyone else-- but I don't want to acknowledge those emotions quite yet. I'm still in la la land. Partying it up and letting a little rhythmic euphoria and girl love distract me from the things I just need to get over. Alisha was right, but she didn't quite realize it. He isn't my worst habit. My worst habit is caring too much for people who won't care back . I know I'll get burned, but yet I keep playing with the fire.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. So put that in your bowl and smoke it. As long as you invite me too.
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