Monday, November 27, 2006

"so i ran faster"

Don't play with superglue wearing p.j.s. You're not ready for the chemical reaction. It dried, got really hot on the surface, and smelled like burning.

Sleep would probably be the best course, but then again, it's not quite night to me, it's day. I'll be glad when I can land a job with a stable morning schedule. I feel like it's slowly conjuring my old hermit like state where I don't leave much or see many people at a time. While I think about my friends and aquaintences everyday, I can't find the scheduling or the will to plan out anything.

I need to do something out there, crazy, irrational. I'm slipping into a chaotic routine, making work the epicenter of my day. Something completely out there.... just before I start getting molded by it.

Sometimes I think of things that just loses me. I only know how to stay central, I don't know how to be viewed in certain lights. I'm all too aware of how I come off to people nowadays, occupied, overthinking, slightly nervous. Whether it's the game, the proving at work, or anything inbetween it all. So Whit, what do you say, nothing, or do you even know how?

In the mean time, there's comfort in both the new and old. I think I like Christmas music, makes me feel little and sleepy. And inbetween dreaming and daydreaming, maybe there is a little more freedom out there.

1 comment:

A_Shadow said...

I think this post is highly ironic.

I could go on to point it out, but that's not the point.

Several crazy things come to mind, you should have just asked, or is it that I'm part of the evil routine?

Bwahaha, you're doomed.

Don't ask for spice if you can't take the heat.