thoughts that clutter

    life is a trip, but i try not to fall.

Dawn

08.12.05 (3:32 am)

So confused I feel in the morning when the sun lightly caresses my face with her rose colored fingers. No need for alarm clock, Broadway busyness attacks my serenity gradually, climaxing at exactly 9:15 am. Ahh another day. I wish I had someone to share it with. Alas, solidarity can be therapeutic right? Hmmm. Slowly rising from the safety of slumber, I recite the day’s plans. All frivolous. But hey, that is what happens when you are 20 and have nothing to with your life other than fulfill parents’ expectations. Maybe today I will by a book.

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here we go again

08.10.05 (11:22 am)

just a thought. Its funny how one is able to think of another constantly, and not be thought of in return. Strange feeling it is, unrequited infatuation. Unsatisfying, like that Southern Comfort we drank at your party in order to forget the reality of our desolate situation. Now, I am left drunken and confused, by your indifferent reactions to my consistent actions. But yet I still am not able to move on.

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