sometimes...
[dec 10 2003, 21:49]
... pressing that button feels incredibly good. sometimes, i don't care for anything when i do so. i don't care for style, poetry or sense. i don't care for others' feelings, good manners or wickedness. i don't care for anything.
things just flow. out of my mind, into my fingers.
sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. there is still that idea stuck in my head. i started two attempts to get it out but that was like trying to put a square brick through a round hole. somehow.
well, that means it's still in there, waiting to get out. probably. but perhaps it's sitting in there getting comfortable with a little couch, a tv and a drink. probably...
days start and end and start again. the earlylight turns into the lightlydark and if pitchdark doesn't follow that means that all the [mostly ugly] christmas decoration out there spoils everything.
days fade in and fade out and fade in again. all surrounded, permeated by music. good music. lots of. (thanks!)
days come and go and come again. the way there becomes the way back and the way there again.
routine.
some days are different. like this one. at least a little. 14.30-16.00, boring, mostly. not entirely.
there's a good monday coming up and a good tuesday after that, then a good weekend, some vacation and then this year will be over. as well. and plans reach unto the end of all times. somehow. but don't quite reach it. luckily.
this day's over. almost. just some more routine.
fucking hell...
charon
things just flow. out of my mind, into my fingers.
sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. there is still that idea stuck in my head. i started two attempts to get it out but that was like trying to put a square brick through a round hole. somehow.
well, that means it's still in there, waiting to get out. probably. but perhaps it's sitting in there getting comfortable with a little couch, a tv and a drink. probably...
days start and end and start again. the earlylight turns into the lightlydark and if pitchdark doesn't follow that means that all the [mostly ugly] christmas decoration out there spoils everything.
days fade in and fade out and fade in again. all surrounded, permeated by music. good music. lots of. (thanks!)
days come and go and come again. the way there becomes the way back and the way there again.
routine.
some days are different. like this one. at least a little. 14.30-16.00, boring, mostly. not entirely.
there's a good monday coming up and a good tuesday after that, then a good weekend, some vacation and then this year will be over. as well. and plans reach unto the end of all times. somehow. but don't quite reach it. luckily.
this day's over. almost. just some more routine.
fucking hell...
charon