galaxy42

loaf: (v.) to spend time in idleness

I've found myself drastically out of step with the world around me. My drummer is marching along, pounding out a random rhythm. I made my bed of broken glass and rusty nails, and now I don't sleep very well anymore.

I'm revisiting some old memories. Some, I find comforting; others, I find absolutely intolerable. I'm feeling swept up in a wave of nostalgia for a long gone character. He's been dead a good many years now. Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing or not. I thought it was for the best at the time. Now I miss the fucker.

It's time now. Whatever the hold-up has been in the past, it's time to set it aside and get on with life. What the fuck am I doing here? Who have I become?


I've seen it a million times. Too many times. It's like the ugly dining room wallpaper that no one ever changes because they just stop noticing that it is ugly--then they stop noticing it altogether. I want to see it again with new eyes. I want to hear it again with new ears. I want it all to be crisp and clear and vivid again.

I need a miracle.