mourning reality
i need my monthly epiphanies like i need to eat. it's been almost two years since they left me. my vision is getting worse. everyone looks like blurs to me unless i have my glasses on. i'm skipping class today to wash my feet, look at the blossoming daffodil bulbs i stole from school grounds, and sleep.
i have been picking up shifts because everyone is sick. i awake at 7 to sit in front of my computer, answer questions. go to class and end the day in front of another computer answering more questions. it's terribly ironic how my job is to provide people with answers yet all the questions i ask myself have no answers. i am desperate for some interaction. myspace addiction is like crack: fleeting and unfulfilling.
i smell of magnolias and stale cigarrettes. i crave a guiness and some real loneliness. too many theory classes and nothing is real anymore. oh well. c'est la vie. the bus will come and get me to go home soon. i would love it if you came to visit.
i have been picking up shifts because everyone is sick. i awake at 7 to sit in front of my computer, answer questions. go to class and end the day in front of another computer answering more questions. it's terribly ironic how my job is to provide people with answers yet all the questions i ask myself have no answers. i am desperate for some interaction. myspace addiction is like crack: fleeting and unfulfilling.
i smell of magnolias and stale cigarrettes. i crave a guiness and some real loneliness. too many theory classes and nothing is real anymore. oh well. c'est la vie. the bus will come and get me to go home soon. i would love it if you came to visit.