Still one of the greatest lyrics I've ever heard. Too bad they came from a band called V Shape Mind, originated from my hometown, and who are now defunct. I met the lead singer at the F.Y.I.
I've been in an awesome place, mentally and spiritually. Physically? Not so much. But I'm working on it.
She. Is. Pretty much me, but female. We have so much in common it's scary. From food likes and dislikes to movies to just about everything. And she's powerful, and accomplished, and really, really impressive. I like our connection.
A lot. A whole lot.
Anyway, on that note, someone broke into my car yesterday, but there are no broken windows. Whoever it was stole the cheap stereo, the four year old, fifty buck GPS, and a set of license plates I received the day before. So I reported the plates and replaced the dashboard they tore out.
I was upset at first. Real upset. But then I took a breath, went to the DMV, got it all fixed up. Everything is in its own place. New plates.
I don't enjoy being alone for days at a time. While I enjoy the vacation, or whatever you'd call this, I can't stand the fact I have only myself to look at in the mirror, only myself to share this space. It's intense.
I'm listening to Bastille, Alt-J, Justin Timberlake, Apparat, and Smashing Pumpkins. I've been writing on my Red Wing Black book, but absolutely everything still comes out jumbled. Confused. Now, on the poetry front, it's flowing freely. My writing comes in cycles.
This must be my poetry cycle. I will "blame" this cycle on the new, amazing person in my life.
Marked difference from the previous entry, I know. Alcohol and helplessness changes a lot. Connections change a lot, too.
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