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November 4, 2006
A slither of Saturday
The self saboteur comes forth again.
Just climbed up the hill from last Saturday night and in blissful sparkles I consumed myself back down the hill again last night.
Heading home on my pink racer, silently sifting through the suburban lives. It feels different today. Is it the day of the week? The weather? My mood? My childhood is recalled through the snow-like fallen jacarandah and I know something new about myself.
Arriving home I switch off every power point, creating an energy-free house. Completely - when you add me to the picture.
I un-avoid my plants and water them.
I read someone's blog and remember seeing them writing it.
I contemplate others obtuse romantic writings which highlights ones mental evolution and hides the flaws and fears from criticism. Creating a world of cool around them that works because people buy it.
I am trying not to buy it. I am trying to fly solo and never look at my reflection. I'll project my emotions and my heart, rather than an image, paperthin and ready to crack.
[current mood] Disco & Visiting Friends Between Coats
Posted by nat at November 4, 2006 3:40 PM
