| Watching the Credits of The Science of Sleep |
[01 Jul 2008|01:33am] |
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mood |
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alone |
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music |
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andrew bird - simple x |
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I imagine myself sitting on the edge of my bathtub, with the water ankle deep and warm, and I am reading a thick book with no pictures in it. My bathroom has beige colors in it, the only exception is the old, aged, forgotten, pitiful leaves of the potpourri. There is no window, only beige walls and tiles and a single beige door in the tiny, coffin-like room. And I read for myself and I kick my toes in the water gently. There is no sun or world to behold me. I am alone, leaning against the cold shower tiles as I sit and read and wet my toes.
( The reoccurring thoughts. )
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