Feb 18, 2009 13:20
you see, i wanted to take advantage of a moment, this seeming opportunity, but i got scared and it was a terrible circumstance. but, i realize, i back off a lot and that i haven't let some of the experiences i'm seeking actually in to my life. how could they get in when i've left no room?
but this stupid night left me with a hunger that needs satisfying... something different than what i've found in peterborough.
and i realized that i like people going through identity crises. i can appreciate it. and usually understand it. (i'm tired of people acting like they have their lives together...)
i crave those very personal conversations, so specific, that really mean something to me and are an example of the deeper connection you have with someone. to be able to discuss in a way so poignant and full of understanding that the fancy-filler is just left unsaid.
now what to do about this feeling that's bubbling up in me that needs to be fed something first. it'll be some chemical combination in my body that might make me explode. now wouldn't that be fun.
"i envy now too much to weep"