partially locked; who's there?
♥ lonely swing
the era of good feelings;
08 November 2009 @ 01:51 am
04 November 2009 @ 04:00 pm
i have a problem: down to earth, they all had said to me, you must not have your head in the clouds; but lately and especially lately i am feeling frantic and restless. i am feeling OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED with the non-human, or maybe something that surpasses human, that doesn't have certain things in mind but other things; i am feeling INSEPARABLE INSEPARABLE INSEPARABLE from the places that separate me from the everyday mundane world and if there are places that take me out of my place i become ecstatic and recently i feel like i must have this all the time ALL THE TIME ALL THE TIME.
01 November 2009 @ 06:02 pm
places that take us out of the places that we have come to understand as mundane. but the mundane is necessary and i have been thinking about places to come. where are the places that will be to come and what is there that i will remember. i have been thinking about the kind of land we will stand on and the visions and the senses and all details. and this is a case of dreaming i've been accustomed to lately. hum.
01 November 2009 @ 03:50 pm
hello everyone; i am wondering about the status of this livejournal. i know i haven't posted much to it, but i'm not sure what to do. i made a tumblr account but i'm not sure if i like it; also i am thinking about blogspot. but i do have a fondness for livejournal. hmm.
04 January 2009 @ 04:11 pm
“oh but you see,” you said very plainly, “i want to be a catcher.”
and from your honesty i could see that you were being truthful and from you it passed on to me. i had never seen anyone want to be a catcher, the kind that lamented the revolutionless and watched the simple and happy and calm collapse with ease. and you said to me that day you wanted to be a catcher and i had never known anyone who wanted to be a catcher so badly and then so badly did i want to be a catcher; well because you see,
catchers are rare breed (CATCHERS ARE A QUICKLY DYING BREED)
catchers
catchers (rare, dying)
and from here on the stiff carpet everything is entering my ears. i can hear the sensitive collisions from the overlooked and i can hear They and the Everyone smashing bottles laughing and vulgarly pressing and overwhelming overbearing it feels to me. i’ve seen this before; someone is going to end up hurt; someone, someone is going to end up feeling alone and all the catchers can do is watch the assuring decline and stand there shaking and feeling sore with hopelessness (dying breed)
what can i;
what can i-
steady still earth and steady still me;
who closes her eyes and goes to sleep.
04 January 2009 @ 03:49 pm
