12.31.2006
(Please don't go crazy, if I tell you the truth. No you don't know what happened
And you never will if You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall...)
this week has been a difficult one, for reasons i cannot comprehend nor communicate. i went and sat in a coffee shop today, completely overstaying my welcome. i saw the breakfast and lunch crowd, and the table just to my left had 3 different groups of tenants, all which i think were afraid i was writing nasty things about them in my journal. i must have had a giant "ef you" sign stamped on my forehead or glowing above myself. perhaps it was scrawled on the edge of the table. anyways, i got some strange looks. and you know what, that's probably what i was feeling. this morning was filled of figuring things out and i sort of just needed to shut everyone out. not that sitting in the back of the shop with my back facing the majority of the world wasn't enough of a hint already.
(You've not heard a single word I have said...Oh, my God)
i think i have inadvertently stopped *listening*. to a lot of things. people. television. just things in general. i am not really sure what i pay attention to any more. i guess i do listen to music, but that's kind of an always thing. i've expressed more of an interest in writing/telling than actually listening. ummmm...yeah.
(It seems I've stepped over lines You've drawn again and again, But if the ecstacy's in the wit is definitely out. Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride)
pardon my lack of a conclusion, as i have been feeling a little inconclusive as of la
And you never will if You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall...)
this week has been a difficult one, for reasons i cannot comprehend nor communicate. i went and sat in a coffee shop today, completely overstaying my welcome. i saw the breakfast and lunch crowd, and the table just to my left had 3 different groups of tenants, all which i think were afraid i was writing nasty things about them in my journal. i must have had a giant "ef you" sign stamped on my forehead or glowing above myself. perhaps it was scrawled on the edge of the table. anyways, i got some strange looks. and you know what, that's probably what i was feeling. this morning was filled of figuring things out and i sort of just needed to shut everyone out. not that sitting in the back of the shop with my back facing the majority of the world wasn't enough of a hint already.
(You've not heard a single word I have said...Oh, my God)
i think i have inadvertently stopped *listening*. to a lot of things. people. television. just things in general. i am not really sure what i pay attention to any more. i guess i do listen to music, but that's kind of an always thing. i've expressed more of an interest in writing/telling than actually listening. ummmm...yeah.
(It seems I've stepped over lines You've drawn again and again, But if the ecstacy's in the wit is definitely out. Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride)
pardon my lack of a conclusion, as i have been feeling a little inconclusive as of la
8)
angie
escaped @
1:55:00 PM
