cotton
��������� �����watching the matrix again. for the third time ever. i think i may have formed a new obsession with this endlessly inventive universe that was manufactured in this movie -listening to switchfoot & phantom planet. wish i had what i needed / to be on my own / 'cause i feel so defeated / and i'm feeling alone / and it all seems so helpless / and i have no plans / i'm a plane in the sunset / with nowhere to land
and ... i could tell / from the moment i woke up / it was gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day / even though the sun is shining down on me / and i should feel about as happy as can be / i just got here and i already want to leave / it's gonna be a lonely lonely lonely lonely day / everybody knows that something's wrong / but nobody knows what's going on / we all sing the same old song / when you want it all to go away / it's shaping up to be a lonely day
a deep-throated melancholic sound that vibrates - thickly - even though the day is beautiful. a double sort of energy. i woke up to walk down the road toward the bus this morning after a good six hours of sleep, deeply inured in a Mimic, walking briskly. the sun had that summer-feel, the warmth that soaks into your skin rather than feels cold on the outside of it - (pardon me, not very poetic. will endeavour to post a list of definitions that go along with my Obsession later - )
and the warmth continued. only now will the temperature slide downward, from 50 to 40, and further, perhaps. i need to find something else to ramble about, to use as metaphor - the weather, nature .. it's all so very overrated. and cliche.
a synthetic weave of fibers - emphasis on the "synthetic" -
not that this is in any way, shape or form interesting or even emotional to read - but if you feel like it, leave a note, comment, or sign the guestbook, mm? let me know you're there.
or don't. it's more fun having ghosts pass by
(tomorrow's entry will be more poetic, i promise)