::this morning::
so right now. im sitting here, its around 11:45, too early in the day to actually do anything in particular, but too bright for me to rest my eyes. and im listening to: tracy chapman- fast car, with a soggy bowl of cereal by my side. getting ready to ride my bike. about the only other excercise besides belly dancing ill do. and i was thinking about being young. and flashbacks of the movie foxfire and my so called life and songs like breakfast at tiffanys run around in my head. and how theres this great bike path that me and natalie took one night, and the trees feel like they are coming in at you from both sides, but you keep going, you see the sky right inbetween, in all its darkness.
and i was thinking about how when you lay in bed in the middle of the night thinking instead of sleeping, having great conversations with people, but only in your head. and how funny that is. and how time and distance shouldnt mean a thing. but they do.
and i was thinking about how when you lay in bed in the middle of the night thinking instead of sleeping, having great conversations with people, but only in your head. and how funny that is. and how time and distance shouldnt mean a thing. but they do.