Sweater Boy

Mar 19th, 2011 1:34:18 am - Subscribe
Mood: wishful

I want nothing more than to be high right now. Tripping, floating, I don't care. I want to lay here and stare at the ceiling, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time. Granting the fortitude to travel in and out of consciousness and to dream a life outside of my physical self. I want the awe and beauty of inebriation. To be alone but not lonesome. I want to ride out the rest of my evening in a state of absolute contentment and mirth. I want to create something splendid tonight.

I'm tired of feeling so cold. If I could be invisible I would curl up next to Spurlock and steal the warmth of his furry beard. I've grown quite confused by his behavior lately.

I'll spare myself the trouble of waking up afraid and confused. Even if it means giving up each comfort I long for tonight.

You're welcome, Morning Rachel.

Now it's time to go write something worthwhile and drift into a normal, uneventful slumber.

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