Thursday, March 30, 2006
Incoherence.
My thesis is due in less than 10 days, so perhaps I should be doing something other than hoping for a miracle. Ray LaMontagne's
Burn, Jason Mraz's
Plane and Rachael Yamagata's
hidden track have been the only three songs on repeat on my playlist for the past few hours.
Hello, beautiful. Spring has finally decided to grace this place with its presence, but sometimes when the wind blows, you can still feel the faint chill of winter that lingers in the air that you breathe. There is much work to be done, but all I want to do is curl up in you under the covers.
Let me rest the worries of the world at the foot of your bed, love. The semester is almost over, and along with its ending comes a multitude of change. A new place, a new routine, a new way to be with you but not be with you. I am excited but apprehensive at the same time, there is nothing apparent about this. One of the ones I love is going away to a faraway place, and I wonder how long it will be before we see each other again. If distance chooses to play this game of tug-of-war with me, then perhaps it does not know its match.
I love you. There is not much to be said about the state of my mind at present, so much going on in such an incoherent fashion. Suddenly, I miss the ocean; the feel of sand between my toes, the horizon at my fingertips. This place has no oceans to hold me.
Really? And I could spend all afternoon floating here, making up stories as I go along, but what would be the point of all that story telling?
Yes, really. Someone reminds me that there is life to live outside of this mind of mine.
sherry @ 9:23:00 am
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