I just got back to my apartment. I've only been here for about an hour today. I'm not really the kind of person who enjoys spending the majority of my day in my home but over the past couple weeks I've grown rather dependent on the privacy and comfort it provides. I've come to realize that it's the only place I really feel safe. As safe as I ever feel that is. Perhaps I never actually feel completely safe anymore. This is the best I know of.
Do you ever feel like all you want is to be alone but once you are you get mad at yourself for choosing loneliness?
I haven't been sleeping well. I tend to stay up all night trying to sleep and then sleep during the day. I'm tired. I've tried doing all the things that supposedly put you to sleep but it doesn't work. My mind just won't be quiet long enough. It has so many things it wants me to do and it won't give me peace. My brain is a traitor to my body.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Things That Move You
Today while I was walking down Broadway and listening to my Ipod on shuffle a song came up that moved me so much actual tears welled up in my eyes. It's funny how things sneak up on you like that. When I got home I had to track down a recording on YouTube. I found this version that was performed three months before I was born. That information is irrelevant and yet it amuses me.
Now I shall share it with you.
Now I shall share it with you.
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