song: a lover's concerto.
My digestive system is putting the hurt on me right now.
Sometimes diaryland fucks up and doesn't register new entries, especially if you have put alot of effort into it. To compensate, cut your work so that you may paste if you need to.
I endured two nosebleeds today. I haven't had one in a year so it irritated me. It is fortunate that I enjoy the smell and taste of blood or I would be even more vexed.
A slamming door is the worst sound that man has ever invented.
"Do you understand the lyrics? 'LA proved too much for the man. He couldn't make it.' He goes home a failure. 'Leavin' on a midnight train.'"
"He got a woman though. A woman that would rather live in his world than without him in hers."
"But still--"
"At least he tried goddamn it."
I was reading somebody's diary, I can't remember whose, and it touched on something that I've been meaning to write about. So here it goes.
Time. Did you ever try staying up late when you were young? Alone? It's absolutely excruciating. Your body is rattled by impatience. There's nothing on television for you to watch. It's so quiet. The world is dead. You get nervous, frightened. "It isn't possible," you think. It's not humane. And you can't make it halfway through the night.
When you're a kid, you're always waiting for something. Waiting for school to get out; waiting for your turn on the slide; waiting for your favorite cartoon to come on; waiting to grow up. Because of this, time goes by amazingly slow. Only when you are having fun, as the adage goes, is when time flies. And you have fun when you don't have to wait anymore. To put it simply, time passes faster when you are experiencing. Being.
Now you're older. Twentysomething, thirtysomething, whatever. It's all the same. Try holding on until the sun rises. Easy, right? The time just oozes away. Things are different now. You're experiencing constantly. But it isn't always fun. Not at all. Now you've got so many things running through your head. So many things to worry about. The day is filled with desperation. But the night...the night is now your solace. You don't want it to end, but the harder you try, the quicker it slips away.
This didn't go where I expected it to go.