| something about the early morning |
[Jun. 8th, 2008|01:39 pm] |
after not writing in here for so long, i'm unsure of what to say.
i'm leaving tonight for a roadtrip, cutting through the middle of california, oregon, and washington, until we reach spokane...and finally seattle.
i have unusual hopes for this trip. i reminisce about last year when i felt so free, so vibrant...and jumped in the car, any car... to drive until i lost the road, or to reach a small coastal town by morning. it makes all the sense in the world that i might have a chance to lose this grown-up life and logic on the road, and to find that freedom again.
i bought a guitar. it's gotten to the point where i can't go another day without playing. i hope to eventually feel that way about other things.
to seattle!
cheers. |
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| time without consequence |
[Mar. 14th, 2007|12:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | roadtrip, please. | ] |
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| | alexi murdoch | ] |
today matt and i are celebrating six months.
the unraveling of what has become us leaves me in awe more days than not.
the unequivocal certainty, the knowing, that this person completely separate from yourself, is more yourself than you can possibly begin to understand.
a lot going on lately in my heart & head...learning to get over what has continually held me back, once and for all.
green tea smoothies, with tazo green tea, ice, and milk in the blender + sea dog blueberry wheat ale = my new favorite beverages.
i'm going back in time, to get back some spirit, to be a little more carefree. |
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| orange sky. |
[Oct. 10th, 2006|02:35 pm] |
but the greatest desire of all is to be
in the dream of another,
to feel a slight pull, like reins,
to feel a heavy pull, like chains.
i miss this every day. |
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| remember me as a time of day. |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|12:33 pm] |
what i want isn't really here.
sure, i want a life...friends, work, school, etc. but i don't think i want it here.
it's comforting to know that everyone goes through the same type of push and pull that is going on within my head and my heart, but there comes a point when it is no longer comforting and i miss the stillness, the peace of certainty. the assurance of certain things.
i feel like any place i could go is not the right one.
what am i to do? |
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| even as he said it, they knew they would not meet in prague. |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|01:58 pm] |
"the transitions involved in growing up often mean discarding everything we know about ourselves. and where exactly does that leave us?"
nothing has made sense in that wake-up-and-feel-the-pull-of-destiny way in long time. february, march?
regardless: will it be florida? california? italy? |
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| bee hives |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|05:40 pm] |
red raspberries
wondering about trains
joan didion
an e-mail to milan
a letter to london
= the plan for tonight. |
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