so what now
"Oh the dragons are gonna' fly tonight
They're circling low and inside tonight
It's another round in the loosing fight
All along the great divide tonight"
Emmylou Harris "The Pearl"
I was clicking around and saw that it had been 66 weeks since I last updated. Wow. I don't know what this journal was for. I kinda' thought it was a way to chronicle my life, but that didn't work out so well. Then I thought it might be a creative outlet. I don't know about that one yet. I feel obligated. The simple act of posting makes me feel as though I owe something to this unreal online entity. That it somehow requires that I pay homage to it every so often and I was so uninspired when I stopped last time. Life not worth narrating I guess.
So why now? I have no idea.
In the silent moments before bed there's a certain quietness about the house. There's no street noise and I think that maybe I was internalizing and felt the need to have an out for whatever. Not that commenting on my lack of digital participation is really anything of substance. Mmm. Just a thought.
So on the verge of sleep, here I sit. Full from my supper, listening to Emmylou Harris. Next a song or two from Natalie Merchant, then bed. A comfortable silence as the roommates are out of town. Southbound. The house I think has even settled in for a good night's sleep.
Sweet dreams LiveJournal. Count your digital sheep, let the sweet and permeating light of the dream world fill your mind until you awake to a new sun.
Emmylou is over. I better switch to Natalie while I shut down and then I too will venture beyond the light into the dream world.
They're circling low and inside tonight
It's another round in the loosing fight
All along the great divide tonight"
Emmylou Harris "The Pearl"
I was clicking around and saw that it had been 66 weeks since I last updated. Wow. I don't know what this journal was for. I kinda' thought it was a way to chronicle my life, but that didn't work out so well. Then I thought it might be a creative outlet. I don't know about that one yet. I feel obligated. The simple act of posting makes me feel as though I owe something to this unreal online entity. That it somehow requires that I pay homage to it every so often and I was so uninspired when I stopped last time. Life not worth narrating I guess.
So why now? I have no idea.
In the silent moments before bed there's a certain quietness about the house. There's no street noise and I think that maybe I was internalizing and felt the need to have an out for whatever. Not that commenting on my lack of digital participation is really anything of substance. Mmm. Just a thought.
So on the verge of sleep, here I sit. Full from my supper, listening to Emmylou Harris. Next a song or two from Natalie Merchant, then bed. A comfortable silence as the roommates are out of town. Southbound. The house I think has even settled in for a good night's sleep.
Sweet dreams LiveJournal. Count your digital sheep, let the sweet and permeating light of the dream world fill your mind until you awake to a new sun.
Emmylou is over. I better switch to Natalie while I shut down and then I too will venture beyond the light into the dream world.