Supposed
Allegedly, I don't feel like blogging. But I had to put this down.
Right about now, I've switched to listening to my usual angry album, Alanis Morissette's Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie.
This album came out right about when I turned 18 and I had a lot of pent up anger and.. guilt. The album just started. Front Row. And the song that usually turns me frowning and upset, has got me tearing and upset. Front row with pop corn. I get to see you.. close up. Wow.
Magnify this.
Sorry. Mystify me.
Whatever.
Right about 2 hours ago, I have been laying in my bed. Listening to my nicely made up flattering album of INXS, part of my education. It was playing back to back.
To be completely honest, the comment on blog with lyrics... that kinda threw me off a little. I would never have expected. I said in the earlier email... it was like reading my mind. Yes. It was. And what was worse, it was anonymous. And I couldn't tell who Anonymous was.
But it was reading my mind, and it was INXS.
And it was raining this evening. And I went running in the rain. And I got wet. And I got my Chai Latte.
It was a lot of things. A series of event. Certain turn in things. It was... almost as if I was.. going to expect something to be able to complete the evening. Something.. Something Wonderful.
I don't know.
The comfort of being home alone is by choice. I made that choice. And although not as original as I always want to be, I was riding on Alanis' straight-to-here illusionment of transparent dangling carrots and elusive kudos. Yeah!
How about me not blaming you for everything?
How about me enjoying a moment for once?
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How about grieving it all one at a time?
Thank You India
Thank You Terror
Thank You Disillusionment
Thank You Frailty
Thank You Consequence
Thank You Thank You Silence
The moment I let go of it was the moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jump out of it was the moment that I touched down
How about no longer being masochistic?
How about remembering your divinity?
How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How about not equating death with stopping?
Right about now, I've switched to listening to my usual angry album, Alanis Morissette's Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie.
This album came out right about when I turned 18 and I had a lot of pent up anger and.. guilt. The album just started. Front Row. And the song that usually turns me frowning and upset, has got me tearing and upset. Front row with pop corn. I get to see you.. close up. Wow.
Magnify this.
Sorry. Mystify me.
Whatever.
Right about 2 hours ago, I have been laying in my bed. Listening to my nicely made up flattering album of INXS, part of my education. It was playing back to back.
To be completely honest, the comment on blog with lyrics... that kinda threw me off a little. I would never have expected. I said in the earlier email... it was like reading my mind. Yes. It was. And what was worse, it was anonymous. And I couldn't tell who Anonymous was.
But it was reading my mind, and it was INXS.
And it was raining this evening. And I went running in the rain. And I got wet. And I got my Chai Latte.
It was a lot of things. A series of event. Certain turn in things. It was... almost as if I was.. going to expect something to be able to complete the evening. Something.. Something Wonderful.
I don't know.
The comfort of being home alone is by choice. I made that choice. And although not as original as I always want to be, I was riding on Alanis' straight-to-here illusionment of transparent dangling carrots and elusive kudos. Yeah!
How about me not blaming you for everything?
How about me enjoying a moment for once?
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How about grieving it all one at a time?
Thank You India
Thank You Terror
Thank You Disillusionment
Thank You Frailty
Thank You Consequence
Thank You Thank You Silence
The moment I let go of it was the moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jump out of it was the moment that I touched down
How about no longer being masochistic?
How about remembering your divinity?
How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How about not equating death with stopping?
posted by Shine at 8/24/2006 12:56:00 AM
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