Onna Know Just Where ya been current feeling: existentially, unattached, emotionally creative, listener

I have my headphones on, my two roomates sleep soundly feet away from me, the lights are dimmly lit and the smoke rises from a special pack of inscents. My brain feels light and my fingers tired, and gymnopedie 1 by Eric Satie fills all the space around me through my headphones. I can't think straight, I can't type right, and I think one part of me is lost somewhere near the coast right now. You know how it feels to be parted? Like two twin souls reside in you and one took a vacation. Maybe not that bad. Perhaps I feel like looking over the edge of a boat in the middle of the ocean, letting my eyes seep deep into the dark blue, loosing my reflection and reveling in the thought of drowning. Not suffocating though, but just not breathing at all. Taking away the involuntary movement of the lungs, but not the heart so that you can hear your own heart beat, pulse, and push through your veins as water around you pushes back. Yes, I'd like to drown but live through it so that I could have those moments of silence and composure.


I think tomorrow will be a good day.  ¶ 11:29 PM