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Song and Meditation
Oct. 5th, 2004 07:57 pmSong: ( Read more... )
Counting Crows, Long December. All at once you look across a crowded room and see the way that light attaches to a girl... I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass...
*sigh*
I'm really low on sleep now, and that always pushes on the boundary between me and the world. Everything shimmers and the membrane that keeps me a seperate entity from my past, from my future, from other people, from even the things... that seems to thin. Everything posesses a heartbreaking clarity.
Ah, boy's awake. Meditation later. :)
Counting Crows, Long December. All at once you look across a crowded room and see the way that light attaches to a girl... I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass...
*sigh*
I'm really low on sleep now, and that always pushes on the boundary between me and the world. Everything shimmers and the membrane that keeps me a seperate entity from my past, from my future, from other people, from even the things... that seems to thin. Everything posesses a heartbreaking clarity.
Ah, boy's awake. Meditation later. :)
