In my head, the sun can't seem to make up it's mind if it should be day or night. My eyes are half-closed half-opened as I lay on my bed staring out the window. The scene before me is blurry and all the colors are blending together. The green of the trees runs into the orange, red and blue sky. It's all framed by large grey and chrome sliding doors, like a freshly painted watercolor. I don't want to move. I don't even want to wiggle my big toe. For me twilight brings contentment. The stress of the day is gone, but the darkness and loneliness of the night has yet to claim another victim. Wish this feeling would last a bit longer. Wish I could bottle it. Wish I could convey the feeling better.
posted by: monkey springer (reply)
post date: 01.29.04 (10:41 am)
In my head, the sun can't seem to make up it's mind if it should be day or night. My eyes are half-closed half-opened as I lay on my bed staring out the window. The scene before me is blurry and all the colors are blending together. The green of the trees runs into the orange, red and blue sky. It's all framed by large grey and chrome sliding doors, like a freshly painted watercolor. I don't want to move. I don't even want to wiggle my big toe. For me twilight brings contentment. The stress of the day is gone, but the darkness and loneliness of the night has yet to claim another victim. Wish this feeling would last a bit longer. Wish I could bottle it. Wish I could convey the feeling better.
