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2005-05-14 - 3:10 a.m. - thoughts for the thinker i have a feeling my entries are going to become more and more cryptic until i am speaking in a code that no one understands, not even me. ive never simultaneously wanted so much and so little. the smell of the air conditioner reminds me of pleasant moments in my past, when being cold in defiance of the heat outside brought a certain kind of satisfaction that i've never felt before or since. waking up alone, sprawled across my bed and sunken into soft sheets and pillows, the sun illuminating the room, filtered through thin white cotton curtains that billow ever-so-slightly in the breeze, it's easy to forget the past, and be satisfied with this moment in which anything and everything is possible -- and beautifully so. |