Dec 05, 2007 19:13
Ramshackle by Beck
is how I am feeling
i want early mornings that are grey and pink
and to not be so nostalgic anymore
this year contains so many lasts, not very many firsts
There are new aquaintances,
and we go out for dinner and play music
and drive around cohasset singing
but I know we'll stay aquaintances, not friends.
It's sad.
I want to go surfing and feel the sting in my nose and cheeks and taste the salt and neoprene and feel the liquid thrust and know that it is all the muscles in the ocean the tendons twisting and together thrashing and kicking up sand and then drift and lay in the sand exhausted and look at the white sky and white seagulls and watch my breath curl to meet them up there
ice ice ice is everywhere
it snowed while I was walking home from the bakery today, after discussing existentialism with Linda and Ollie
i love love winter
I want snow