Something Agonizingly Important
Today I made a half-assed attempt at being Robin by pulling out a blanket and reading on my own lawn. Needless to say, she does it better.
The sky is very limitless where I live (you all saw the pictures, right?). It got me thinking about life. The birds were like pieces of black confetti. In a way, they made the sky real, and the sky gave them meaning as well. Perfect.
Lately, my mind drags my sleep-deprived body behind it, like an energetic dog being walked by a person with one leg (and a degenerative disease). The dog is running in the same circles. Most of the time it doesn't realize this.
I cried today for the first time since August 7th. I never really understand why I'm crying. It's kinda cool that way.
Sometimes late at night, a rhythmic chant flows from the tribal drums of my soul. It calls to me:
Tonight felt very incomplete, so I tried to tell my feelings to people only to find that, as usual, I was too afraid. I remember watching all of you disappear from the window of the airport taxi. You were all waving, like some home movie played in the opening credits of Wonder Years. It haunts me in a way I can't explain. I love the pain of thinking of it. I remember Andrew and Minyang, standing at the back of the crowd, knowing what we were just starting to realize.
Tonight I needed music, so I listened to Glycerine. It did not help (too meaningful). I got onto Kazaa and sat on the search screen, trying to decide what to type. I wanted a song to fill the place of a friend. Search finished without any result.
I need more than a mixtape.
(mouths furtively: "call me.")
The sky is very limitless where I live (you all saw the pictures, right?). It got me thinking about life. The birds were like pieces of black confetti. In a way, they made the sky real, and the sky gave them meaning as well. Perfect.
Lately, my mind drags my sleep-deprived body behind it, like an energetic dog being walked by a person with one leg (and a degenerative disease). The dog is running in the same circles. Most of the time it doesn't realize this.
I cried today for the first time since August 7th. I never really understand why I'm crying. It's kinda cool that way.
Sometimes late at night, a rhythmic chant flows from the tribal drums of my soul. It calls to me:
layoooo- SAH-eeeeeee-SAH-oooooo-DI-DI
maybe someday I will understand what it wants.
Tonight felt very incomplete, so I tried to tell my feelings to people only to find that, as usual, I was too afraid. I remember watching all of you disappear from the window of the airport taxi. You were all waving, like some home movie played in the opening credits of Wonder Years. It haunts me in a way I can't explain. I love the pain of thinking of it. I remember Andrew and Minyang, standing at the back of the crowd, knowing what we were just starting to realize.
Tonight I needed music, so I listened to Glycerine. It did not help (too meaningful). I got onto Kazaa and sat on the search screen, trying to decide what to type. I wanted a song to fill the place of a friend. Search finished without any result.
I need more than a mixtape.
(mouths furtively: "call me.")
love
josh
posted by Josh at 12:01 AM
1 Comments:
His tribal chant echoes of African princesses and boiling water. You do realize who's name it was, right? My advice: slit the dog's back left achilles' tendon. That way, you could be like the American education system.
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