Sean (darksoul) wrote,
Sean
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I wish I was half-electronic...

I'm very restless this afternoon. I'm in need of something that I can't discern. And White Castle. Mmm, White Castle. I'm having withdrawl pangs. It could just be that I'm having Cincinnati withdrawl. I had a craving for some Price Hill Chili bacon last night.

It seems that my mind may be broken. I've suspected as much since last Thursday when I thought I heard Jen in the stairwell of her apartment building when she was obviously still at work. That's a lie. I've suspected that my mind is broken for longer than I recall. The last three weeks have simply increased the nagging in the back of my head that says something is wrong with the world. Everything feels alien to me these days unless I'm on auto-pilot. I woke up this morning and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was. The fact that my bed has moved is partly to blame, but it still concerns me. I may be willing to blame being out of town for a week for that one as well. *shrugs* Gam zeh ya'avor.

Today reeks of zombie flesh and blood soaked canines. At least it would if my music choices for the day had anything to do with it.

Sarah Bettens - "All Of This Past"

Here I go again
Slipping further away
Letting go again
Of what keeps me in place
I like it here
But it scares me to death
There is nothing here

(humming)

The light is beautiful
But I’m darker than light
And you are wonderful
But this moment is mine
All of this dust
All of this past
All of this over and gone
And never coming back
All of this forgotten
Not by me

I find comfort here
Cos I know what is lost
Hope is always fear
For the pain it may cost
And I have searched for the reason to go on
I’ve tried and I’ve tried
But it’s taking me so long

I might be better off
Closing my eyes
And God will come looking for me
In time

All of this dust
All of this past
All of this over and gone
And never coming back
All of this forgotten
Not by me

All of this dust
All of this past
All of this over and gone
And never coming back
All of this forgotten
Not by me

I can see myself
I look peaceful and pale
But underneath
I can barely inhale
I can hear myself singing that song
Over and over until it belongs to me

(humming)
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