as always, short.
Today I listened to nine hours of the Velvet Underground. Felt very nice. To be in a house (ignoring the flooding and the mess) and cook my own meals and drink water that was cold. Read from morning until night. And for school, and something I'm connected to for more than a quarter. To have a paper and goals. "This is my thesis and I command and own it." Although the argument owns me really, I just fill in the spots.
To have real people in my life. For once, not to be putting up or being patient, but having, holding.
My words used to come in waves, didn't have enough time to fill up the page or my mind. But now, it's easy. I live. Feeling so Zorba.
I want to see more life. I have a photo project about telling a (my) story to make a difference. I'm brainstorming. Got some ideas.
But now, reaching midnight, I sleep. (I do what I want...what I need. Taking care of myself slowly becomes priority.)
To have real people in my life. For once, not to be putting up or being patient, but having, holding.
My words used to come in waves, didn't have enough time to fill up the page or my mind. But now, it's easy. I live. Feeling so Zorba.
I want to see more life. I have a photo project about telling a (my) story to make a difference. I'm brainstorming. Got some ideas.
But now, reaching midnight, I sleep. (I do what I want...what I need. Taking care of myself slowly becomes priority.)