laffinkid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the faint the computer is slugging frustratingly along masculine names are floating abound in my wave lengths and my being is off kilter this hour of the early morning or late night. it seems like i've been home alot longer than 1 hour and 40 minutes that's for damn sure. my jaw hurts from clenching it, during farenheight this afternoon. and my eyes are still a little puffy from the tears that fell then too. migraines swept in and out of the day, and last night as well. irritating. and irritated. i just realized my correlation with absolute bitch-dom and my up and coming menstrual cycle. tommorow i'll call and apologize again. you see what happens is i think of one, who is idealistically a charming and seducing challenge. then i think of the soft fingers and caresses i recieve from the one who loves me. the one who is already here and accepted, but whom doesn't perhaps show the strength necessary often enough for me to be continuously patient. and then there's the sun. the sun who always rises and sets on a horizon other than my own. and the sun and the archer are happily tangled in the heat of adolescence, for the most part. i like to watch them. sometimes though, it makes me sick to my stomach. and i'm fairly sure, though i experience waves of dislike and discontent, he'll stay consistantly the sun. until further notice. the headache is coming back, an empty bowl of ice cream that didn't satisfy me sits dully on the desk next to the monitor. along with a scattering of magnetic words, the one's that didn't make it into the poems on the magnetic board. and through this. through the reflective rain that falls, or shoots, rather, horizontally. through the caresses she and i play with in fun and boredom, i feel my spirit longing bury my face into your hair and hide from this upcoming week. i have a feeling i'm going to cause some kind of damage and i have to stop myself. you should sleep in my bed more often than yours when you return. but i don't know if that will work. my eyes are heavy with tired and i can't tell if that's my feet or my whole body that smells a little off. ive been going barefoot on dirty floors. but you can count on my heart floating to yours and resting in the same nestled space in the sky. until we awake and need them for another day. 1:39 a.m. - 2004-07-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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