Jan 19, 2006 21:59
i read this article in national geographic about love, and it was pretty good.
today i've been wondering about love and passion and about place and time, which are all pretty general and lumpy.
i'm just wondering where is it at? remembering falling out and in seems like another unreality. that's what it is, it's not that it's love or death it's memory, that's the unreality.
i'm not contained this time, i'm just in my own world. i haven't been taking my medicine lately, and i've been getting by pretty well. except i zone out alot, in conversations, when i'm by myself. i just tap into this reflective channel and i'm gone. but i like the acuteness, i like not feeling like my body is getting distorted. no medicine is a good place to be.
i need to meditate, because I haven't lately. i'm going to sleep, I have a headache.
I have got to remind myself, remind myself. i like the emotional space i've had lately. no use being impulsive.
"BUDYJANG BUDYJANG BUDYJANG"
I wonder if i'll regret not going to art school.
I've got to 'sleep pretty' yuck i hate pretty
-TONG-KA