Mar 15, 2006 04:21
My brain feels fuzzy.
Maybe because it's 4:21 am and I've been writing essays all day?
Having a fuzzy brain feels cool. This is the fourth time that I've listened to "Wish you were here" in a row. I wish I could smoke this placid high. Loud music and a sleeping world. I feel cocooned. Fuzz fuzz.
Two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year.
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears.