in trance
lettin my mind wander as i listen to dido's life for rent album, i silently lie in bed, contemplating thoughts n imageries as they appear.. as they come n as they go. i lose myself in the moment, detach my consciousness from all things material n absolve my being from all preconceptions n fixed beliefs. i dissolve…
i lay in bed.. my eyes are closed n yet i’m seeing more than i've ever seen.. some clear, others disturbingly grainy. eyes wide shut comes to mind. i vividly picture the things happening in my life, the people who play their respective roles in this very personal journey of mine. random events intrinsically unfolding into magical fantasies or jolting horror. i'm barely 24 n yet it seems like i'm aged n worn out. i'm way past 23 years of living, n yet i sometimes feel like a struggling newborn trying to adjust to the earthly elements of physical existence.
i want to be the latter, i yearn to live life afresh n unjaded. discovery channel’s where i’ll dwell. everything's perfect, as they should be. as they are, just as they were.
the rusty grills, the squeaking gate
the peeling paint n the cracking walls
the can of coke that lost its fizz
the humming fridge that barely chills.
as i type this n i as struggle to find the words, spell things correctly n as i consciously filter grammatical constructs, my mind's inevitably brought back to reality, my conscious attempts to do this 'right' n my ego's valiant effort to tell me what an ass i'm makin of myself mean tat it's time to recenter. i've gotta shut my eyes, lay still n let the music permeate my drifting mind, float my body n lift my imagination.. here i go. no focus. just lose myself to the moment. simple.
can i haunt u into loving me.. i wont leave, i cant hide.. i cannot be, until ur resting here.. i wont go i wont sleep i cant breathe until ur resting here with me, i wont leave i cant hide, i cannot be until ur resting here with me.
just this moment, i'm vulnerable. no facade. no pretense. stark naked. just me to me, from me to u. i hope u can feel it.
if u wont let me fall for u / then u wont see the best things i will love to do for u / instead u will be missing me when i go / cos i'm bored of hangin out in ur cold
dido, elevate me.
i look at the recorded time n it says 2:13:57PM. add the numbers up n u get 72. the chicago bulls won an nba record 72 games during the 1995/96 regular season. a truly remarkable accomplishment that i was able to witness every step of the way. an unforgettable year where michael won his 4th nba title n the 1st of the bulls' 2nd 3-peat. those were the days.
i lay in bed.. my eyes are closed n yet i’m seeing more than i've ever seen.. some clear, others disturbingly grainy. eyes wide shut comes to mind. i vividly picture the things happening in my life, the people who play their respective roles in this very personal journey of mine. random events intrinsically unfolding into magical fantasies or jolting horror. i'm barely 24 n yet it seems like i'm aged n worn out. i'm way past 23 years of living, n yet i sometimes feel like a struggling newborn trying to adjust to the earthly elements of physical existence.
i want to be the latter, i yearn to live life afresh n unjaded. discovery channel’s where i’ll dwell. everything's perfect, as they should be. as they are, just as they were.
the rusty grills, the squeaking gate
the peeling paint n the cracking walls
the can of coke that lost its fizz
the humming fridge that barely chills.
as i type this n i as struggle to find the words, spell things correctly n as i consciously filter grammatical constructs, my mind's inevitably brought back to reality, my conscious attempts to do this 'right' n my ego's valiant effort to tell me what an ass i'm makin of myself mean tat it's time to recenter. i've gotta shut my eyes, lay still n let the music permeate my drifting mind, float my body n lift my imagination.. here i go. no focus. just lose myself to the moment. simple.
can i haunt u into loving me.. i wont leave, i cant hide.. i cannot be, until ur resting here.. i wont go i wont sleep i cant breathe until ur resting here with me, i wont leave i cant hide, i cannot be until ur resting here with me.
just this moment, i'm vulnerable. no facade. no pretense. stark naked. just me to me, from me to u. i hope u can feel it.
if u wont let me fall for u / then u wont see the best things i will love to do for u / instead u will be missing me when i go / cos i'm bored of hangin out in ur cold
dido, elevate me.
i look at the recorded time n it says 2:13:57PM. add the numbers up n u get 72. the chicago bulls won an nba record 72 games during the 1995/96 regular season. a truly remarkable accomplishment that i was able to witness every step of the way. an unforgettable year where michael won his 4th nba title n the 1st of the bulls' 2nd 3-peat. those were the days.