floating swiftly

If you happened to visit my blog in the past week or so, you would have likely been greeted with a somewhat obscure message. My host was migrating servers and I was unable to post to the blog like I normally would. However, I'd already written what I wanted to say, so I opted for a confusingly simple white page of continuous text. It accurately represented how I was feeling at the moment, so really, it was a good error on my host's part.

As far as I can remember, I wrote it around 2am on dec. 23rd, after laying in bed for hours, unable to sleep. It was a rough holiday season this year, and when it later began snowing on Christmas morning, and the snow began to stick in the afternoon, I was a full on Scrooge. But I eventually got over it. It was just different.. and that seems to match how most of my friends experienced the holiday this year.

let it out get it out release it all breathe breathe out breathe out again language isn't good enough, songs can't be played, photos don't apply, these words barely explain there's a mood, a separate present overlapping the current, a multitude of futures branching off into generations. a starting point. fathoming. emotion rising above the pavement streams of stardust in a ghostly steam. considering critiquing questioning considering critiquing the globe isn't so big that i couldn't know you. what could you tell me? what was she like? why didn't we know? strumming strumming minor resolved construction through the space of empty nerves and time you're listening and waiting, whether in darkness or light, unsure if. the months inverted winter skeptic breathe in breathe in breathe again there's no reason to understand her excitement growing through fear the third the fifth the eight and a half reflections off the wall the speed of it modeling space into imaginary question ask sleep coming next get it out get it out get it out get it out floating swiftly