It's been a while
Well, I suppose I should post on this blog which no one will read. I enjoy doing this. Why am I not in bed? I have class at noon. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. This sucks. This suckks. Anyway, here's a blip from a post I already put up on another site, it's beautiful:
"In my head I keep seeing an image. There's a house on a beach. I'm standing in the breeze with my hands in my pockets, rubbing the smooth shells I've collected. My feet are buried in the cream sand. There is a storm in the distance, blurring the line between the turbulent sea with the angry skies, trapping the sun and erasing the horizon. I close my eyes and breath in the seaweed, the sand, the salt, the smell of a barbecue in the distance. For one instance I won't deal with the chore of thinking. In this moment I won't be awake, I will be asleep in this vision, listening to the lullaby of the waves.
That part is true. If I close my eyes, really close them and hide this reality I subject myself to every day, then the vision becomes a truth for an instant. As you can tell from the helpful myspace indicator at the bottom, I'm listless. Without list. Anxious for something I don't think anyone is willing or even capable of providing. Anyone.
There's a party two doors down from where I'm sitting on the floor. Our Residential Advisor is participating, so any hopes of it being put to a halt by some authoritarian figure is null. null. nullll.
And... still maybe I'll lie in bed and float in that space between here and the shore in my dreams. And listen for someone calling out to me something beautiful, but not audible. It could be a cry from the party down the hall. Or maybe it's someone I'm wrestling with in the depths of my thoughts making me soul-search where I'm afraid to go. But it draws me out, over the waves and into the storm in the everything in front of my vision. Somewhere from my safe spot where I can see, but stand without slipping. Its tension is unbearable."
