| although I wasn't there... |
[Jan. 11th, 2008|05:26 pm] |
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| | Portishead - 'strangers' | ] |
(on absence)
A brief explanation, of sorts;
I have been perhaps the most sick I've ever been lately.
My 9-5 life is great and what's more, workable;
it's the other projects I've consigned myself to 'in camera'.
You try to help people, you try to meet minds, and iPods and bus stops
make everything insurmountable, at times.
That being said, this robot needs some oil and a good rest.
Everyone has been telling me how I look utterly 'spent',
and I need to address this - my body has revolted;
my face turns splotchy and my hair and eyes sag.
I couldn't bring myself to get up on time today,
as my anxiety gave me a migrane last night.
I hurt, and I need to address this.
It's that feeling from your lower stomach to your upper throat,
being ripped out - constantly.
It's the separation of body and soul.
It is natural to experience this after loss, or mistreatment,
but not all of the time.
"Our language is in a state of vast humiliation - it no longer adequately descibes the world in which we live" (Godfrey).
It is time to re-build the sky.
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[Jan. 11th, 2008|08:42 pm] |
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| | brian eno - 'deep blue day' | ] |
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