its been a long time, long time nowwhat a list of things to get done tomorrow on my day off, too bad none of them will. i hate feeling like i am procrastinating with life...there is not much.
travel would be beautiful right now, but im not sure i have anywhere to go.
last night i had bizarre dreams about walking through library garages, hearing children's stories from soulful musicians playing in rooms where the walls were padded with thick bound pages. i pulled pineapple thorns from the soft pads of my feet and felt the blood pulse out. to this a woke in a fever breaking sweat and fell back asleep. a tiny woman sang shrieking like a broken violin and for some reason we all sat calmly and swayed. outside, tall boys with long hair pushed shopping carts around forests collecting plants and animals. the plywood floors stung my toes and Rachel kept pulling my hair. Aly continually told me to shut up and listen to the tiny screaming foresty singer and all i could concentrate on was pulling spines out of my feet and untangling my hair.
it's gotta mean something.
Beirut makes me: quiver, sway, and just a little bit happier with life.
1 comment:
wow. . . that's some crazy dream.
my dream self apologizes for pulling your hair like a two year old.
i hope your sleep gets better :(
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