Sunday, August 17, 2008 4:55 PM
like a hermit in my own head
This was what it was supposed to be about.
This breeze, this setting of the sun, this being by myself.
While there's no one else at home, there are touches of each everywhere. There's the way the glass doors are wide open on both sides with the curtains drawn and the abstract art made from powder on the bathroom tiles and how one of the three rooms is in a mess from a hurried 'getting-ready-to-go-out-later!'.
The order of things today are dictated by the whim - something that used to be a thought and nothing more.
The softener-smelling, creased Rolling Stones tee fresh from the drying line lying on the couch only serves to show the complete lack of order in today. The first of which that is being thoroughly ignored is the chiming clock because time has had no authority on today =)
Phrases from three books stuck in this head present very much like a lure to abandon this and go back to them.
It has been awhile since the cloth bookmark has flown through pages like it has today.
And then to have that with Ben Gibbard live. Okay not live, but amplified to sound as good as it would be had he been live. Hitting play on this same cd three times today has been the best part but don't tell the owner of this amplifier that or he'll have a sulky frown on his face saying 'play the other cds la!'.
It's intriguing how there are more from which I could choose from and yet my fingers only want to hit play over and again on this particular one. It's just that it's difficult to get tired of this and perhaps that's why it's best that I'm here today by myself.
In between fluttering curtains, there's a view with dancing leaves and darkened clouds in the distance. Ah, the hope of rain, none could stand up to that except maybe black umbrellas and rainbow sprinkled ice cream. The reluctance to move to switch on the lights leave the room illuminated in a way these eyes has never seen in the longest time. It's the best way to stare at moving fan blades.
This was today.
This was what it had to have been about in the word.
This, today, has been exactly the today of dreams.
minx wrote at4:55 PM
