for a minute there...
i lost myself?
sunday night, the first of october finds me procrastinating in the basement of bell-young, a diet dr. pepper in the system, a paper outline and a pile of source text on my right....and yet...this is me...not writing five pages. i think i am incappable of progress today. i'm still feeling like i need to move slowly and carefuly. i'm just trying to process the [epic] weekend. and because of it all, there's a lot on my mind that still needs dealing with. not that that's a bad thing, just somthing i'll have to take my time with.
in short: there are many mechanisms people use to get away from the responsibility of having been given a life. and i don't want them. no mechanisms. give me my life, my one beautiful life. let me appreciate all of it, without distraction.
when it all comes down to it, i am incredibly comforted by my own existance. i am content that the person i fall asleep with every night, and the person that i wake up with every morning is me. i am [still] enough for myself. [still] floating.
yeah. back in the brain. it is a perfect place to be.
~em
sunday night, the first of october finds me procrastinating in the basement of bell-young, a diet dr. pepper in the system, a paper outline and a pile of source text on my right....and yet...this is me...not writing five pages. i think i am incappable of progress today. i'm still feeling like i need to move slowly and carefuly. i'm just trying to process the [epic] weekend. and because of it all, there's a lot on my mind that still needs dealing with. not that that's a bad thing, just somthing i'll have to take my time with.
in short: there are many mechanisms people use to get away from the responsibility of having been given a life. and i don't want them. no mechanisms. give me my life, my one beautiful life. let me appreciate all of it, without distraction.
when it all comes down to it, i am incredibly comforted by my own existance. i am content that the person i fall asleep with every night, and the person that i wake up with every morning is me. i am [still] enough for myself. [still] floating.
yeah. back in the brain. it is a perfect place to be.
~em