The Day the Music Died
No internet radio today. It's apparently a day of protest. On a day when I really wanted to fill my melon up with music, I'm left very much unbalanced.
So then there was silence. Sort of. There's the sound of the copy machine humming, the rustling of papers, the occasional peep from Sean (who's trying very hard not to talk b/c he knows I'm writing and wants to give me space before he proof-reads it and checks my spelling. He's such a good boss). This might be good.... this whole silence thing. I've been avoiding time with myself. I crave it but deny it. Too tired of external drama to even begin to deal with the internal shit.
Went for a walk with Lee yesterday in Washington Park. We sat on 100 year old steps and looked out at an emerald green reservoir and talked for awhile. The green water was so bright and poisonous looking I wanted to swim in it. It reminded me of Venice. Lovely toxic water. We walked round the rose gardens. I picked petals off of the withering flowers and rubbed them between my fingers and across my cheeks. They feel so much like skin. I want to absorb their softness.
We went home, decided to go to the bar to celebrate our getting the apartment. Had one drink and went home. It was a good night.
So then there was silence. Sort of. There's the sound of the copy machine humming, the rustling of papers, the occasional peep from Sean (who's trying very hard not to talk b/c he knows I'm writing and wants to give me space before he proof-reads it and checks my spelling. He's such a good boss). This might be good.... this whole silence thing. I've been avoiding time with myself. I crave it but deny it. Too tired of external drama to even begin to deal with the internal shit.
Went for a walk with Lee yesterday in Washington Park. We sat on 100 year old steps and looked out at an emerald green reservoir and talked for awhile. The green water was so bright and poisonous looking I wanted to swim in it. It reminded me of Venice. Lovely toxic water. We walked round the rose gardens. I picked petals off of the withering flowers and rubbed them between my fingers and across my cheeks. They feel so much like skin. I want to absorb their softness.
We went home, decided to go to the bar to celebrate our getting the apartment. Had one drink and went home. It was a good night.