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n o i t c e p s o r t n I


Originally uploaded by Kurrs.
I've been to pretty buildings,
all in search of you

I have lit all the candles,
sat in all the pews

the desert had been done before,
but I didn't even care

I got sand in both my shoes
and scorpions in my hair

T-minus four hours until the start of the semester and – as usual – I can't sleep. Part of me wonders if it even matters; it seems an unescapable facet of Theatre that everyone is frantic and short on sleep at least 60% of the time. At least I hope that's the case. It would explain a lot.

With the holidays now thoroughly digested, all I am currently awaiting is the return of glorious, sweet natural light. I'm beginning to hate the rather constant gray that emanates from outside, and would trade all of it for even a little clear twilight. For some reason, it only took the world to drain me completely this winter, and not anyone in it. Unfortunate, since it's not as easily dealt-with a problem. It does make me feel more down-to-earth though, more grounded and existentially justified despite my constant exhaustion.

I saw that...

the distance is not do-able
in these bodies of clay my brother

the distance, it makes me uncomfortable
guess it's natural to feel this way

My recent gothy darkness hit its mellow, and now I feel simply like the friendly hermit at the bottom of the Gorge of Sorrow. My focus is gone, though, and with it has left any ability to keep my attention on any one thing for more than fifteen minutes. Metaphorical stacks of things left undone, pushed back, almost done, barely started. I'm going to be forced to regain it soon, but the fight will be rough. I *want* to work on my play, I *want* to play my games, I *want* to take photos with my new camera, I *want* to write in my blog. Instead, I find myself losing hours and hours to... well, nothing.

are we locked into these bodies?
are we anything at all?

let's hold out for somethin' sweeter
spread your wings and fly

I'm just about to take the leap off a large precipice. Back into life again, at that quintissentially arbitrary point we call the New Year. I hope that you're all coming with me.

PS: If you haven't figured it out, the tite is "Introspection"

Currently Listening To: Live - Awake, The Best of Live