this would be finished if my pillow wasn't so soft
1:04 am on 01.21.06
i dont know. i think im kind of sad. or maybe just off center. i remember that summer where i oozed sad. where you could feel it before i even said anything. its not that bad. i don't even have a reason. i keep remembering alot of things i havent thought about in awhile.. i wanted to write about beautiful moments. and fog and rain and a moon that wasn't really a moon at all. i wanted to say something about the million things i think at any given time. i want to shut off my brain. i was staring at my bookshelf the other day.. all these books that are part of me that i turned off, turned away, let get dusty. and its no wonder why i'm sad. and i started rereading parts of Be Here Now. and an hour was gone and i didn't even know. and you always come down. but the point. the title. the BE HERE NOW. its not the past or the future. the what ifs or could have beens. its this moment. its this second of this hour of this unseasonably warm night of january. its the sound of your breath. and the feeling when i finally just say something. without thinking. which is both horribly uncomfortable and wonderfully freeing.
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