salience
April 7, 2005
Como lo usual, you're the first one up. This morning you're moving a little slower just cause yesterday was such an intense flu day, verde bile, feverish dreams and all. Suddenly you're so sickly stupid, hoping you make sense to anyone around you; the next, twenty four hours have passed and suddenly that hazy illness was just a dream endured. It's a long day, both catch up and routine. But you can't really say anything 'cause you're doing all of this 'cause you want to, 'cause you can't imagine not being a part of it, and integrity means more to you at the end than anything else. It's been dark for awhile, late, and you're just now realizing it was a beautiful day out. You come home. Not to the place, but to the idea you've thought about all day. "What if I just stayed home instead, really??" But then the idea is not the place at all, 'cause this location is home to five others as well this year. And they've had their idea in place for hours longer than you, and you, your piece, it just doesn't fit in. Not now. And this is when I can say I can't wait to live alone: not to be by myself, you understand. We all know I will be in cherished companeras withdrawal, all sudden monologues and echoes. But to be there, finally. After days like this, I will have a home to return to.
lasaliente, 00:09
