Keep your mouth open.
May 23, 2007
Little moments within the month let me know that I’ve made no progress when it makes my heart stop to think of how painfully cool I think you are. What a terrible curse to place upon someone so unwitting and earnest. Not that I’m a saint, but I have been carried around on a velvet pillow in more than your mind, and it makes us so much worse. Sadder and completely losing it.
When I’m finally going inside these places I long heard of I feel ten thousand steps before you and ten times luckier than that. When I’m cooed to sleep by something different each night I feel a million times better. I long to be unable to go back to that place. I just want to feel different. Stop talking to me/Never leave me.
Lush and grainy, super-sleepy. I’m doing well for myself. I don’t have that one second necessary to alleviate. Feeling a little woozy and surprised, feeling a little organized. (You know I didn’t intentionally coordinate that.) The things I’ve picked up make me Feel, but I haven’t Thought about them in That Way. Wow, though. Just wow. Softie softie softie.
