tanja

Im a rock star in my car, and I dont know if I could live anywhere without it.
Singing "Love Will Tear Us Apart" - you can tell that guy killed himself just from his voice,
cant you? Not only am I a gender-bending diva in my own mind, Im also an orator.

The almost organic relationship Ive developed with it is scary.

And Im cleaning my mind like a rifle, ready to fire my joke at them, when theyre least expecting it.

And his heart is heavy, even if he tries to make light. But it makes me feel so, so small.

Youre about as deep as a saucer, Im thinking. Stop photographing me. Im ready to be free,
driving in my car, breathing.

I cant remember since last I slept, let alone, dreamt. (Strange for someone who once loved it so much.)

The clocks are ticking so slowly; my eyes are welling up with tears to fill the place of my absent heart.

Better check the voice mail.

The hours drag so dreadfully slowly (and you know what I was meaning to write.)

Being of the inanimate sign, I fall in love with the inanimate....