Luminous Intensity.
Oct. 13th, 2004 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormSo here it is, an evening to myself.
It's been a long time. I'm exhausted, my neck hurts, my eyes are gritty. I'm buoyant, floating with a firm-feeling tether but floating nonetheless. I'm contented. I'm... happy.
There is music on, right now it's Sarah McLachlan's Good Enough. Random music generators have a tendancy to act oddly around me, and this playlist alternated between Beethoven and Daft Punk songs for a good dozen of them before I punted it off to something mellower.
Now Radiohead.
I'm catching up a little online with some people, which is nice. I've been really cocooning hard and neglecting my RL people as well as my online ones. Truth to tell, I feel a little bit weird talking to RL people with all my explicit sex stuff having been revealed to them on the poly forum here, but I need to get over that, I suppose. I hate the idea of this stuff spilling into public-- I'm bit on pretending it doesn't exist. Still, I continue to recognise that it's really none of my business, and that any panty-knotting I do is sheer self-indulgence.
I can feel it, too, as well as intellectualise it. Nice. :)
It's been a long time. I'm exhausted, my neck hurts, my eyes are gritty. I'm buoyant, floating with a firm-feeling tether but floating nonetheless. I'm contented. I'm... happy.
There is music on, right now it's Sarah McLachlan's Good Enough. Random music generators have a tendancy to act oddly around me, and this playlist alternated between Beethoven and Daft Punk songs for a good dozen of them before I punted it off to something mellower.
Now Radiohead.
I'm catching up a little online with some people, which is nice. I've been really cocooning hard and neglecting my RL people as well as my online ones. Truth to tell, I feel a little bit weird talking to RL people with all my explicit sex stuff having been revealed to them on the poly forum here, but I need to get over that, I suppose. I hate the idea of this stuff spilling into public-- I'm bit on pretending it doesn't exist. Still, I continue to recognise that it's really none of my business, and that any panty-knotting I do is sheer self-indulgence.
I can feel it, too, as well as intellectualise it. Nice. :)
