[...] & you're drunk as hell.
What I must say, &
what I
can't tell you
form the truest parts of me tonight.
But I have coffee in my cup & beer in my veins & no choice but to move forward, as a second doesn't even know how to be late. It's not in it's nature. It's not that they don't want to be nice to me, they just don't know how to do it. Or so I am telling myself. I haven't got the strenght to start yet another fight, & I can see nothing sane about starting an argument with time. That will have to wait until I'm safely on my feet again.
Singing in the shower is not singing in the shower without an awesome shower cap.
There's something about the light in january that makes one's knees ache for summer air. There's something about this month that makes me doubt my calendar. They keep telling me the days are passing by, but I can't say I can tell a difference. I guess I was expecting one, I guess I've been expecting too much. Things can be easy, things can be hard, apparently some think it's easy to handle hard. I can't handle anything, & I definitely can't handle turning simple into complicated.
It's simple to me. & that's all I have to say about that.
As simple as a leather bag & a cup of coffee in the summer time. See, there are some things you simply like, & nothing you can do about it.
& I'm tired of feeling like appologizing all the time. As if nothing I do is truly alright. Might be ok, for the moment, but each revelation I make, I make by mistake. & they're all gone by daybreak.
Some springs are prettier than others. Some springs' reasons are better than other springs' reasons.
Some springs you just have to get through.
& it's been raining on my face alot lately, it's getting ridiculous really. This isn't fun anymore.
Take care.
/
Me.
what I
can't tell you
form the truest parts of me tonight.
But I have coffee in my cup & beer in my veins & no choice but to move forward, as a second doesn't even know how to be late. It's not in it's nature. It's not that they don't want to be nice to me, they just don't know how to do it. Or so I am telling myself. I haven't got the strenght to start yet another fight, & I can see nothing sane about starting an argument with time. That will have to wait until I'm safely on my feet again.
Singing in the shower is not singing in the shower without an awesome shower cap.
There's something about the light in january that makes one's knees ache for summer air. There's something about this month that makes me doubt my calendar. They keep telling me the days are passing by, but I can't say I can tell a difference. I guess I was expecting one, I guess I've been expecting too much. Things can be easy, things can be hard, apparently some think it's easy to handle hard. I can't handle anything, & I definitely can't handle turning simple into complicated.
It's simple to me. & that's all I have to say about that.
As simple as a leather bag & a cup of coffee in the summer time. See, there are some things you simply like, & nothing you can do about it.
& I'm tired of feeling like appologizing all the time. As if nothing I do is truly alright. Might be ok, for the moment, but each revelation I make, I make by mistake. & they're all gone by daybreak.
Some springs are prettier than others. Some springs' reasons are better than other springs' reasons.
Some springs you just have to get through.
& it's been raining on my face alot lately, it's getting ridiculous really. This isn't fun anymore.
Take care.
/
Me.
posted by Dorothy Lux at 7:44 PM
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