Open sky. Stars. Seeing forever.
I close my eyes and find that my lungs are heavy with water and that I may be sinking, but that is alright.
Giant metaphorical eraser, deleting old grudges and past pleasures, holding on to them too long. I got a bit too enthusiastic, and tore into the paper!
Should I shave my head, burn all my clothes, wake up in a new world? Everything new! Somewhat lighter.
Still, these dusty corners of the mind. I am almost to the point of hating everything I own, which isn't much.
The ship's boiler explodes far below me, the creaking metal stressing against the cool green water. The air bubble blasts me back up to the surface.
Sad eyed violin music, such glee! A mysterious sonata, red and yellow night, not mine; I want nothing. I am flying now.
I wish I could take off my head and look at it. Say hello to myself. That would be real; mirrors are liars.
I fell in love with a hollow tree in my dream, at least temporarily.
I have lived so much better in my own head.
It proves difficult to recreate it all in this life.
I close my eyes and find that my lungs are heavy with water and that I may be sinking, but that is alright.
Giant metaphorical eraser, deleting old grudges and past pleasures, holding on to them too long. I got a bit too enthusiastic, and tore into the paper!
Should I shave my head, burn all my clothes, wake up in a new world? Everything new! Somewhat lighter.
Still, these dusty corners of the mind. I am almost to the point of hating everything I own, which isn't much.
The ship's boiler explodes far below me, the creaking metal stressing against the cool green water. The air bubble blasts me back up to the surface.
Sad eyed violin music, such glee! A mysterious sonata, red and yellow night, not mine; I want nothing. I am flying now.
I wish I could take off my head and look at it. Say hello to myself. That would be real; mirrors are liars.
I fell in love with a hollow tree in my dream, at least temporarily.
I have lived so much better in my own head.
It proves difficult to recreate it all in this life.
I always seem to end up living with a television, but my roommates and I never get cable hooked up. We just use it to watch movies on. I get so confused and awkward at work when people ask things, "Oh my god, have you seen this commercial?"
And I'm like, "Um, no. Do you like books? I'm good at talking about books. Okay."
A few days ago, I was making some fairly random comment to a customer about how blue was orange's complementary colour. (It was in context at the time; I swear.)
She got all excited and asked, "Oh! Do you watch *insert some design show here*!? You must! You're totally going to be a designer. Who's your favourite designer on the show? You must have a favourite."
I think I pretty much just blinked and mumbled something about not having cable, so as not to come across as a jerk. It was so very, very odd.