what happens to a disheartened girl on a cold, rainy autum afternoon
i need out.
i just wrote a long thing and it vanished.
it's so disheartening.
but i'll try to remember......
i commented on the weather.
and the way i like the leaves against the grey sky.
and the cold mist of a rain.
and how, dispite how miserable it may seem it still makes me happy.
it's all part of the season, and the season fills me with nothing but fond memories.
so i'll keep it.
i keep a lot of things
and they will be with me forever.
i commented on the delightful ride i had last night with my dear, dear friend and how it made me feel warm inside, dispite the outside temperature.
i also said that it did not, however make my toes any warmer and that they'll stay cold until june.
but it's ok, i'm used to it.
like my serpentine friend
leave me and samson to our cold blooded ways.
just take care of us
keep us warm...
i mentioned that i may do something good tonight.
good for me, that is.
probably not anything remotely productive...
i mentioned my fall back into girly music land today.
how i woke up with a sweet voice in my brain and have been living there ever since.
i also noted how bad this was for my hard, wicked exterior and image, so i will indulge quietly, in secert...
-which led me to my final comment before my words vanished before my eyes:
i miss having my own space.
my own bedroom....
like at my moms.
we have three bedrooms in our house.
two are occupied by dylan
the other is being used.
i have no place to hide.
or be alone
surrounded by the things i love..
little lights and sparkly things.
soft pillows...
just for me.
i have my car.
i suppose that's why i cherish it so.
but it's not the same...
and that's where it ended.
but it's ok.
i have somehting new, and yet roughly the same.
and that's good enough for me.
just like this life
today, anyway.
good enough for me
i just wrote a long thing and it vanished.
it's so disheartening.
but i'll try to remember......
i commented on the weather.
and the way i like the leaves against the grey sky.
and the cold mist of a rain.
and how, dispite how miserable it may seem it still makes me happy.
it's all part of the season, and the season fills me with nothing but fond memories.
so i'll keep it.
i keep a lot of things
and they will be with me forever.
i commented on the delightful ride i had last night with my dear, dear friend and how it made me feel warm inside, dispite the outside temperature.
i also said that it did not, however make my toes any warmer and that they'll stay cold until june.
but it's ok, i'm used to it.
like my serpentine friend
leave me and samson to our cold blooded ways.
just take care of us
keep us warm...
i mentioned that i may do something good tonight.
good for me, that is.
probably not anything remotely productive...
i mentioned my fall back into girly music land today.
how i woke up with a sweet voice in my brain and have been living there ever since.
i also noted how bad this was for my hard, wicked exterior and image, so i will indulge quietly, in secert...
-which led me to my final comment before my words vanished before my eyes:
i miss having my own space.
my own bedroom....
like at my moms.
we have three bedrooms in our house.
two are occupied by dylan
the other is being used.
i have no place to hide.
or be alone
surrounded by the things i love..
little lights and sparkly things.
soft pillows...
just for me.
i have my car.
i suppose that's why i cherish it so.
but it's not the same...
and that's where it ended.
but it's ok.
i have somehting new, and yet roughly the same.
and that's good enough for me.
just like this life
today, anyway.
good enough for me