sometimes i really want to close my door and stay quiet in my room. sometimes i don't want to take the towel off of my hair. sometimes i like music, sometimes i can't be bothered. i'm happy the cat is safely away from danger dogs. i sometimes feel my life is full of such sacrifices and even though it is the right thing to do (i.e. not selfish), i end up being the empty one. i don't ask for what i want all the time. it becomes too much trouble.
I like Figments' Twelve Bells. I was just listening to the song, "Settling" as I wrote the above. I wonder if it had some effect.
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