Two lost souls swimmin' in a fish bowl...
That title just seems so appropriate given the trouble I've given myself to lately. Life has been strange, if you can really call it life. Sometimes I think I'm imagining it and I never really get out of bed. I've done a lot of things lately that just don't seem like me. But maybe, just maybe it's the new me. I'm not sure if it's a good change or a bad one. Maybe it's just the change I needed. "Do you think that maybe you can believe, you need a change in direction? and I think I'm the direction you need. I heard a rumor that you like to make a mess out of things. If I can pick you up early we can drive to the coast, find a lonely corner, and I'll let you make a mess out of me."---Steven Brian. He says it so well.
Well, here lately I've hung out with a lot of old friends. I've spent a lot of time with the boyfriend. We are actually leaving in two days to head to the beach. We will be gone like a week or so. We haven't really planned on when we are coming back. I'm not even sure I'll want to. Lots of things that mattered to me before don't seem to add up to anything now. And the little things that I thought I could live without for so long make living so worth it.
Love is a funny thing. You can't see it. You can't taste it. You can't hear or smell it. It only affects one sense. But boy does it attack that one. One day you're fine and then BAM! it hits you like a wrecking ball, tearing apart everything you thought you wanted and flooding your soul with things you never knew you could feel. It's torture and pleasure and agony and ecstasy and yet, as humans, we crave it. We need it. We feed our sick masochistic nature by allowing ourselves to become wholly vulnerable to a single person's whims, and we love every second of it.
Well, here lately I've hung out with a lot of old friends. I've spent a lot of time with the boyfriend. We are actually leaving in two days to head to the beach. We will be gone like a week or so. We haven't really planned on when we are coming back. I'm not even sure I'll want to. Lots of things that mattered to me before don't seem to add up to anything now. And the little things that I thought I could live without for so long make living so worth it.
Love is a funny thing. You can't see it. You can't taste it. You can't hear or smell it. It only affects one sense. But boy does it attack that one. One day you're fine and then BAM! it hits you like a wrecking ball, tearing apart everything you thought you wanted and flooding your soul with things you never knew you could feel. It's torture and pleasure and agony and ecstasy and yet, as humans, we crave it. We need it. We feed our sick masochistic nature by allowing ourselves to become wholly vulnerable to a single person's whims, and we love every second of it.