Rendezvous
19 May 06 : 06.49 AM
It's almost 7 in the morning, and I haven't slept yet at all tonight. I was trying to, but the strangest thoughts sift through my mind; what Stiff is going to say about my absenteeism, the stomach lining of sharks (I was watching this dry shark documentary this afternoon), and other silly random stuff. I told my dad that the doctor has excused me from school (on account of a viral flu), and he replied, "When have you ever needed a reason or an excuse to skip school?"
I'm trying to learn how to play Tori Amos' Crazy on the piano.
Mornings are pretty. Mirthful birds and canvas skies characterize such mornings. I wish people sleep in afternoons and wake up by evening, so no one gets to miss sunrise or sunset.
I need something else raw and barefooted. Something like running out of Sycamore forests and creating friction creating fire and have seaweed in my hair on my shoulder. It'll be easier if I weren't here. Then I'll just wear my moccasins and walk away.
I think the world is crazy.