I don't think about it, I just do it. I go to my room and close the door, turn off the lights and open the window. I lay on the floor and press my head against the wall of the window. The cool breeze blows the curtains over my face and the wind blows rain into my room. I am sleepy,tired, and overly sentimental.I sing Suzanne Vega songs softly to myself humming when I don't know the words. Something about all of this just feels perfect. The breeze and rain landing softly on my forehead,the darkness and the hard floor beneath my back. It's better than falling asleep and dreaming, I am awake but not. I am dreaming, but not. I think about the day's events and life in general. Hoping that <i>they</i> like me and hire me. Analyzing <i>that</i> situation and hoping that I haven't hurt his feelings. Laughing about <i>our</i> good times together. Everything is good and right and I am happy, again.
Posted by Suzanne at December 10, 2003 12:23 PM
You paint a beautiful picture, my dear. What bliss.
Posted by: lacey at December 10, 2003 01:40 PM
It's odd... I found this site at random in a search engine looking for something to read, in it i have found alot of things... A place where poeticism is not a lost cause is my favorite so far. Thank you for sharing with a stranger a beautiful piece of your mind.
Posted by: Jakob at December 11, 2003 05:27 AM
Because Jakob opened the door on the subject, I need to add my sentiments, too. Your blog, Suz, is a refreshing change from the mainstream. Thanks for your perspective, girl -- we love it!
Posted by: +mojan. at December 11, 2003 08:59 AM
jakob et mojan,
your sentiments are most welcomed!
Jakob, i'm glad that you randomly stumbled here and like it,in fact it makes my day...
Posted by: suzanne at December 11, 2003 02:27 PM