Tonight is the last hurrah - 13 hours left.
Endless hours spent staring at my belly button... I remember the pang of insecurity I felt (usually a kind of slow tidal ebb, this time a full force frontal) when a cherished one told me it was too big. I'd always thought it was rather formly, a nice provider of spectral diffusion, but this proportionality, this sneaking relativistic dimension caught me blind. However I'm lucky enough not to be bound to such feelings.
This is how I tell people about myself. Please forgive the entrenched sentimentality, any under/overtones of angst, unfulfilled desire, impetus and impotence, the comma splicing. It's mostly an aside: like many people, I sometimes feel impelled to dress up the window frame a bit, inwardly wary of the harsh shuttering of an unobstructed view, unaccustomed pupils helplessly seized and constricted by the rapid fluxation of light.
But of course I've done all this wanky stuff before:
Endless hours spent staring at my belly button... I remember the pang of insecurity I felt (usually a kind of slow tidal ebb, this time a full force frontal) when a cherished one told me it was too big. I'd always thought it was rather formly, a nice provider of spectral diffusion, but this proportionality, this sneaking relativistic dimension caught me blind. However I'm lucky enough not to be bound to such feelings.
This is how I tell people about myself. Please forgive the entrenched sentimentality, any under/overtones of angst, unfulfilled desire, impetus and impotence, the comma splicing. It's mostly an aside: like many people, I sometimes feel impelled to dress up the window frame a bit, inwardly wary of the harsh shuttering of an unobstructed view, unaccustomed pupils helplessly seized and constricted by the rapid fluxation of light.
But of course I've done all this wanky stuff before:
Long lines and little recollection: it's been a while since I woke up with scraps like that in my pocket. As I've noted before, this odd ramble being the only evidence of my ghostly trouncing of the night, here seems as appropriate a place for it as any (the wastebasket, you ask?).
As I said, it's mostly an aside. But here's something I should make clear: It's lovely to have you here, wherever and however. Take a few peeks into another's head and you may have the realization. Life is simply too full not to take notice.