Saturday, September 26, 2009
salts, preparation of
Index of the past 7 hours of my life. Or chem, to be less precise. I sure know how to prepare salts from my tears or sweat if that's what you want. I don't know what to do about it anymore. I tried to wake up at 5am today to do work. But instead of feeling that refreshing early-morning drive that I was supposed to, I just ended up walking back and forth and hearing a rooster call. Serious. There's a rooster somewhere not far from where I stay and it was crowing or whatever you call it. Felt like I was sleeping in a barn.
You're stuck in a state of limbo and I can imagine why. Did our brains ever make the mistake of filling up the gaps ourselves? Is somebody going to disappoint you when they turn out different from the image you sculpted in your mind? It's painful but sometimes thinking of being with someone is really better than actually being with them. You can only lie down and imagine all the ideal conversations you want to have, all the ideal things you want to do.
They're called ideal for a reason.
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You're stuck in a state of limbo and I can imagine why. Did our brains ever make the mistake of filling up the gaps ourselves? Is somebody going to disappoint you when they turn out different from the image you sculpted in your mind? It's painful but sometimes thinking of being with someone is really better than actually being with them. You can only lie down and imagine all the ideal conversations you want to have, all the ideal things you want to do.
They're called ideal for a reason.
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http://www.firstfruitswolfnotes.com/
Our mentors are involved, please go.
// posted by w.h.y. @ 2:01 AM 
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