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It's not quite, quite so late yet.
I can feel hands in the wind, coaxing back loose strands of hair as I welcome the breeze through an open window. There are no shadows to make. They've all retired for the night, settling out onto the curb where they make music and dance through fireflies and moth flight. I would be with them right now if I didn't have work to finish.
For anyone still reading, yes, I've read the message you gave Jenn~ There was simply a lack of psychological capacity to respond... particular neurons could not create the collateral synapses required to generate intelligible response. And sleep remains the ever elusive paramour for the labouring soul. Midterms coming up, and once again this journal is a resort of hedonism requiring little to no effort on my part.
So a little diversion? I must say aside from my pursuits, my favorite topic is... myself. Surely you started reading up 'til this point believing this. I must say though that I rather truly hate myself. Then again, hate is such a strong word. It's more like... love. The kind of love you have for your ex... you know it hurt you. But you still have feelings for it. It's a rather amusing rhetoric, one I'd no sooner elaborate than have you imagine.
Truthfully I'm slowly gaining momentum, albeit sometimes it appears hardly noticable, I've determined how things are going to happen to me... and then they do.I am only so strong as surface tension of the liquid divide between my inner and outer worlds. And like the water surface it reflects both what's underneath and what's above. Much as I'm seeking for that moon in the water, it may elude me... or it may not. I should like to weave a dreamcatcher for all of my hopes and dreams. I hope all of you are well, and that autumn find your dreams fulfilled.
I can feel hands in the wind, coaxing back loose strands of hair as I welcome the breeze through an open window. There are no shadows to make. They've all retired for the night, settling out onto the curb where they make music and dance through fireflies and moth flight. I would be with them right now if I didn't have work to finish.
For anyone still reading, yes, I've read the message you gave Jenn~ There was simply a lack of psychological capacity to respond... particular neurons could not create the collateral synapses required to generate intelligible response. And sleep remains the ever elusive paramour for the labouring soul. Midterms coming up, and once again this journal is a resort of hedonism requiring little to no effort on my part.
So a little diversion? I must say aside from my pursuits, my favorite topic is... myself. Surely you started reading up 'til this point believing this. I must say though that I rather truly hate myself. Then again, hate is such a strong word. It's more like... love. The kind of love you have for your ex... you know it hurt you. But you still have feelings for it. It's a rather amusing rhetoric, one I'd no sooner elaborate than have you imagine.
Truthfully I'm slowly gaining momentum, albeit sometimes it appears hardly noticable, I've determined how things are going to happen to me... and then they do.I am only so strong as surface tension of the liquid divide between my inner and outer worlds. And like the water surface it reflects both what's underneath and what's above. Much as I'm seeking for that moon in the water, it may elude me... or it may not. I should like to weave a dreamcatcher for all of my hopes and dreams. I hope all of you are well, and that autumn find your dreams fulfilled.