It's just one of those days.
You know, a day ripped straight out of a T.S. Eliot poem in which the most insignificant happenings suddenly take on greater meaning, when a bug or discarded piece of gum transforms into the answer to life's biggest question. (I'll let you decide what that question is.)
So now you know what piece of jagged, tinted glass I'm looking at the world through. These days are my favorites: the kind when you sit in a dark room as the sun sets, letting the breeze mingle with your not-quite-content, not-quite-melancholy thoughts as you fall under the illusion of actually knowing what life is about.
I don't need others' pretenses, imagined competition within myself, or the help of artificial lighting in my dusk-filled second floor apartment.
All I need is to know - and I do - that I'm not living in a dream about living my dream.
I'll wrap myself up in that knowledge and take a nap.
BLOG SOUNDTRACK: "Miles Away" - Madonna
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