- Listening to: Of Montreal - Death of a Shade of Hue
- Reading: wuthering heights
- Drinking: juice
and i'm feeli'n pretty fine. ha
but today i have had rushes of emotions n memory.
of, what do you call that. not an emotion caused from an event or situation, but an internal feel, knowing, that is just with you. it comes it spurts, like a blink, and i cant hang on to it.
the feelings in fall. i understand pot smokers get this randomly, its good to remember. the oh yeah!
...
to retardedly describe the feeling, i anxiously watch the sky, have the feel something big is coming, that the world is vibrating, shivering, dancing. that there is reason for celebration.
this is a rare feeling i havent held strong in
quite a while.
things remind me of it, deep blue skies, chilled air, norah jones, blankets on grass.
i do think when i leave this town and get off papers that it surely will return? i want that more than ne thing. to be aware of the living, to celebrate everyday, to feel pure.