Hmm, how about a real update. Sounds good.
Bought car yesterday with a loan I pulled out (pictures in my pics section). Moving to Los Angeles in 2 weeks to start a job... I'm pretty excited about that... though I'm nervous and stressed out of my mind.
It strange - I've never felt so alien in my own skin. Suddenly I'm submerged in a life that doesnt seem my own - the kind of feeling conjured when the things you never expected to happen actually happen... when suddenly the sun goes around the earth... when people you love turn their backs on you, and your enemies embrace and clothe you.
There's 2 weeks left. 13 days that will play in my head like music - some epic ballad that goes on for hours and hours and hours, even when I sleep. This is a place where rose pedals drift out of cloudy pastel dusk skies. Where every drink tastes perfect and every cigarette is smoked completely. In this place, smiles speak volumes - where mere weeks take the place of years... where love's bittersweet harmony floats between dreamers sitting alone at bar tables playing it's 4-chord progression and drawing saliva tears on their faces. Acoustic drum kits play beautiful phases for acoustic guitar melodies and I walk down the street with my hands in my pockets and the smoke from my cigarette stinging my eyes.
And I'll smile when I do this again in a month, strolling down the streets of santa monica, oblivious with my ipod on my belt and the same cigarette in my mouth and all I can taste love's bittersweet refrain still stinging my bloodshot eyes. Thoughts of all this going through my mind again and your postcard's snugly in my back pocket. I'll smile and think of how I knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
"...we don't even care as restless as we are
we feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
and poured cement, lamented and assured
to the lights and towns below
faster than the speed of sound
faster than we thought we'd go
beneath the sound of hope..."
Bought car yesterday with a loan I pulled out (pictures in my pics section). Moving to Los Angeles in 2 weeks to start a job... I'm pretty excited about that... though I'm nervous and stressed out of my mind.
It strange - I've never felt so alien in my own skin. Suddenly I'm submerged in a life that doesnt seem my own - the kind of feeling conjured when the things you never expected to happen actually happen... when suddenly the sun goes around the earth... when people you love turn their backs on you, and your enemies embrace and clothe you.
There's 2 weeks left. 13 days that will play in my head like music - some epic ballad that goes on for hours and hours and hours, even when I sleep. This is a place where rose pedals drift out of cloudy pastel dusk skies. Where every drink tastes perfect and every cigarette is smoked completely. In this place, smiles speak volumes - where mere weeks take the place of years... where love's bittersweet harmony floats between dreamers sitting alone at bar tables playing it's 4-chord progression and drawing saliva tears on their faces. Acoustic drum kits play beautiful phases for acoustic guitar melodies and I walk down the street with my hands in my pockets and the smoke from my cigarette stinging my eyes.
And I'll smile when I do this again in a month, strolling down the streets of santa monica, oblivious with my ipod on my belt and the same cigarette in my mouth and all I can taste love's bittersweet refrain still stinging my bloodshot eyes. Thoughts of all this going through my mind again and your postcard's snugly in my back pocket. I'll smile and think of how I knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
"...we don't even care as restless as we are
we feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
and poured cement, lamented and assured
to the lights and towns below
faster than the speed of sound
faster than we thought we'd go
beneath the sound of hope..."
Wow. That is like a page from my own life lately.
I need a car. Gah.
Good luck to you, sweetheart. Keep everyone updated. Or maybe just me updated.