May 25, 2011 23:32
Strange couple of days. Feels nice to type, except nothing to say.
It would be nice to return to something as if it were comfortable. I tried listening to Live today and it just made me angry that I listened to what I didn't know were thinly veiled religious metaphors when I was a teenager. And this house feels a bit like my enemy when I'm alone. Everything is foreign. Home is where the heart is? More like heart is in the memories. And each memory takes a bit of it away until there's not much left to give to new ones.
I thought Whistler was a happy memory. Now I don't even think of it. If I do, it's more like, "oh, that happened". Like I watched a movie I didn't like nor dislike.
I want to be excited about something. I want to think sex is this scary beautiful mysterious thing like I did before. I want to read a book as if there's no way it's going to let me down. I want to have a conversation with someone that just flows and felt like it was just a matter of time before I had one like that. I want to have a feeling about something which won't let me doubt it or explain it. I have a few songs that I listen to when I want that but I'm afraid of wearing them out. Fuck, I hate that I'm saying the following, I want to feel something real.
Or maybe that's only possible when you're a teenager.
I don't want to be an adult. I want to be scared of things unexplained not things explained.