isn't it funny
see, i have these words. not that are explicitly my own, but that i borrow from a common language and use to describe the world from my eyes. they let me say "life is pretty" when i have these crazy intense feelings that things are exactly as they are and that i can be as alive as i want to be. when i'm not wrapped up in life i can see this
on my desk right now i have an ella fitzgerald cd, a stuffed giraffe, the beatles anthology dvds, a deck of cards, a book entitled "shots" sitting on top of a book entitled "tropical nature", my ipod, scissors and boxing frog pens, a card from my parents, a scarf and an ex-boyfriend's phone number. i wonder if this says anything about me? strange how you can create stories about people from the smallest details. it's too easy to project things onto people.. i'd like to stop doing this. i wonder how you go about that
i'm not sure why i'm writing right now. i think i desire companionship at the moment, so my typing into the keyboard is an attempt to have a conversation with whoever will read this. but by the time it's read, my 3am loneliness will be subsided by statistical analyses and coffee and daylight. oh well, at least it fulfills the momentary desire to connect. getting small amounts of unfulfilling sleep for many nights in a row does funny things to your head. i swear i'm going to bed now to get me some decent sleep. night night.
on my desk right now i have an ella fitzgerald cd, a stuffed giraffe, the beatles anthology dvds, a deck of cards, a book entitled "shots" sitting on top of a book entitled "tropical nature", my ipod, scissors and boxing frog pens, a card from my parents, a scarf and an ex-boyfriend's phone number. i wonder if this says anything about me? strange how you can create stories about people from the smallest details. it's too easy to project things onto people.. i'd like to stop doing this. i wonder how you go about that
i'm not sure why i'm writing right now. i think i desire companionship at the moment, so my typing into the keyboard is an attempt to have a conversation with whoever will read this. but by the time it's read, my 3am loneliness will be subsided by statistical analyses and coffee and daylight. oh well, at least it fulfills the momentary desire to connect. getting small amounts of unfulfilling sleep for many nights in a row does funny things to your head. i swear i'm going to bed now to get me some decent sleep. night night.