and it's already night
i still get that stunned look on my face when the moment calls for such.ive been dreaming of alienation. figuratively, it looks something kind of like this:
this is as close as i can get color wise, and feeling wise. i know it probably doesnt say much to you, but i dream in color and this is what i get. im pre-preparing for things again likely. no more listening to cocteau twins before bed, and perpetually wondering where everbody is. its not a lonely state of subconscious as much as it is terribly uncertain. dear lindsay, stop being bloody emo and dreaming in god damn metaphors; despite the visually enchanting images i seem to receive. reminds me of the last dream that was as equally hyperbolic as the hidden elavator in the arts building that i discovered which led to a lush green roof with an adult size super-colored playground (denoting, indubitably, the bigger picture of life after mcgill, ha).
oh baby just you shut your mouth.
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