there is a silence that comes to a house when noone can sleep
I, and the weather, are both feeling very fall-like today. It's sort of crisp (but not) breezy out and I can feel that there are hurricanes in the air out there. That the wind is bringing change. It makes me want to finish something, but I suppose I'll have to start something first. It's longsleeved shirt and corduroys weather. Warm cup of tea all day weather. Why do I talk so much about the weather?
I find myself searching for something this time of year but I'm not sure what. I find my self reading books, lots of books, searching for that feeling. You know that feeling? Sort of detached contentment. But not detached exactly and only half content but it's comfortable and nearly unexplainable. And I know it when I see it, feel it. Kind of like looking at the world through your mind's eye covered in gauze. Like the sky a half hour before the sun sets. Like mutual admiration. And I suppose that's probably what everyone is always search for right. And why do I feel like I've said this all before?
Sometimes everything feels like déjà vu.
Or maybe it's just that I've been watching so much My So-called Life lately. Ah, Jordan Catalano I've missed you. Why are you every boy I ever have a crush on? Why does fifteen year old inner dialog ring so true? Why can't I keep myself from saying 'like' every third word. *sigh*
Me thinks it's time for more chai.
I find myself searching for something this time of year but I'm not sure what. I find my self reading books, lots of books, searching for that feeling. You know that feeling? Sort of detached contentment. But not detached exactly and only half content but it's comfortable and nearly unexplainable. And I know it when I see it, feel it. Kind of like looking at the world through your mind's eye covered in gauze. Like the sky a half hour before the sun sets. Like mutual admiration. And I suppose that's probably what everyone is always search for right. And why do I feel like I've said this all before?
Sometimes everything feels like déjà vu.
Or maybe it's just that I've been watching so much My So-called Life lately. Ah, Jordan Catalano I've missed you. Why are you every boy I ever have a crush on? Why does fifteen year old inner dialog ring so true? Why can't I keep myself from saying 'like' every third word. *sigh*
Me thinks it's time for more chai.