Saturday, March 14, 2009

go it alone, hold it along

My mind is racing
As it always will
My hand is tired, my heart aches
I'm half a world away here
My head sworn
To go it alone
And hold it along

i find it hardest to be at rest those last few hours of night right before the sun rises. while the rest of my family is out amusing themselves with their various games and activities i lie on the queen size bed, stare at the ceiling, and make lists. i don't know why, but sometime over the past 400 years i discovered that making lists keeps my mind at ease. call me strange, call me obsessive, call me whatever you like, it's all true. tonight however, the thoughts will not align themselves as they should. there is no common link and yet they are all the same. the same things as always but totally different than ever before. and so my beloved pastime of list-making has failed me. if i had someone to whom i could turn to, i would. but i have no such option and so i am stuck hiding behind the mask of anonymity that is the internet, hoping to find a kindred spirit somewhere out there. and now the sun is rising, the day has begun, and i am called away from my reverie into the world of chaos and crowds.

Listening to: R.E.M. - Half a World Away