snapping wide awake
sunlight yelling in my room
rise, dammit, and shine
what a strange lull i find myself in here. eye of the hurricane kind of thing, i suspect. lifes pretty active on the inside though. i write poetry every day, much of which cant be shared for a variety of reasons, suckiness being one.
i have reached page 28 of the book and it is going in some odd directions. its kind of disconcerting when your imagination wanders to places you are afraid to follow it, but i think it makes for some damn fine story if you do it anyway. i strive to face scary things without flinching. much.
my page 20 present that i finally got is very fitting. its a black satchel with the cutest little grim reaper embroidered on it and the words dead like me below him. its aparently from some tv show that aired like 3 times. i dont know, but its awesome and i have been totally needing a new bag. the old one has been falling apart since the nothing escaped. thank you dave, for such a hip and fashionable solution to my luggage woes, and for enduring the entire flea market till it was found.
the shopping was fine indeed today, i got 2 pairs of really sweet boots and some more garage sale junk for my walls.
the poem in my last post has turnened into a slow, bitter jazz tune. its really pretty. i need a pianist. i need some focus.
hey, who all still reads this anyway? can i get a show of hands? i often have the sense of talking to myself, but who is out there listening?