once there was a girl who, over the course of some time, became severely disenchanted with much that had before excited her. that which had brought forth some sort of intrigue in her heart and body and mind and soul. she thought that she had known where she was going, where she had been and where she was at, several times. but now, oh now, she was at a distinct lacking. and this saddened the girl.
where did i go. and how did i get here. in my dreams my german is without flaw. in my dreams i sip coffee across the table from the archangel gabriel. in my dreams i know that they're dreams. in my dreams chaos exists harmoniously with perfection. my mind is whole. my worries vital yet insignificant. all at the same time.back:
saw lalita today. seeing as she just returned from italy. the lovely girl was thoughtful enough to deceive customs and bring me back a nice little chunk of premium italian hash. which might help to explain how disjointed my writing might sound right now. the drive home from mansfield was a miracle in and of itself. i have decided that i shall name one of my children after her. she's one of the most interesting individuals whom i have ever had the privilege of meeting.
drank much coffee this evening. signed up for tcc classes...which start monday. spent time with my amazing and wonderful fiance. smoked the hash. talked politics. talked numbers. talked love.
good night all in all.
but god damn it. what am i going to do?
1 comment:
Let's smoke together. I've been craving to do so the past couple days.
You've seemeed so lucid lately. Not that it's a bad thing, it's actually something I nearly envy.
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