me I don't care
Tuesday, Nov. 05, 2002 11:39 pm
and I can see that it feels pathetic, that today felt magical. and I'd like to chase one thousand spirits with ravenous eyes and sometimes I'd like to say it never was so and sometimes I'd like to say that today was a perfect day But sometimes it's easier to pretend it was. to close my lids and see perfect days gone by but there have always been mistakes, accepted or not but there have been times no one could help me and there had been times when I asked Jesus to love me and there have been times the window looked perfect on a perfect day. And I'd like to be a Hazel Motes at times, and tell owls I'm am clean. I am clean and have the waitresses say; I don't give a good goddamn what you think you are.
last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004