Sunday, November 14, 2004

out... or away... or something else...

i really have a sickening feeling in my stomach, at this point, about this place i live in. i really want out of it... i hardly like to think about sleeping here another night... i just don't want to touch anything... to linger with the people here, into whose sluggish manners i am swiftly seeming to be blending in... i feel the compulsion to be alone, and to drift far, far from here... this feeling has been with me for a year now, but i can't tell really if it comes from anything logical, anything i ought to listen to... i can at least hear music from elsewhere, through the internet connection, which i have to go a distance to touch into... i suppose there comes a time, when you have to figure out, or figure out how to figure out, what parts of your desires come from reason, thinking, yourself; and which are the stupid pre-disposed, ongoing brainless naggings of voices from another life...

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