Sep. 3rd, 2005
Still Life with Full Orchestration
Sep. 3rd, 2005 12:29 pmAnother old piece that goes nowhere and does nothing but paint a mood. I'm a good poet, though. Maybe I'll keep the title for something else.
( Still Life with Full Orchestration )
God, Papa, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you never got to read a single story of mine. Not one. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You gave me music, the thing that I love the most, the thing that makes me more me, more full of joy than anything else ever, ever has, and I don't think I ever once thanked you. I won't forget, but I can't undo.
ETA: Fuck. There goes my heart palp. I knew it. 5 hours sleep and English Breakfast Tea. Fuck caffeine. Fuck. I should have just written off today and been too tired to do anything but easy stuff, like patent law. (Which is easy so far, I can't help it, it is.) No wonder I feel so unbalanced, I let my chemistry get out of whack. Gah. Shit.
( Still Life with Full Orchestration )
God, Papa, I'm sorry, I'm sorry you never got to read a single story of mine. Not one. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You gave me music, the thing that I love the most, the thing that makes me more me, more full of joy than anything else ever, ever has, and I don't think I ever once thanked you. I won't forget, but I can't undo.
ETA: Fuck. There goes my heart palp. I knew it. 5 hours sleep and English Breakfast Tea. Fuck caffeine. Fuck. I should have just written off today and been too tired to do anything but easy stuff, like patent law. (Which is easy so far, I can't help it, it is.) No wonder I feel so unbalanced, I let my chemistry get out of whack. Gah. Shit.