Sing for the moment...
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Been talking. Been listening. Been thinking. Been creating. Been writing. Been dreaming. Been... me. So yeah, I'd kinda thought to stay up until Inari logged on but it's 7:00 and he's not here yet, I'm about ready to go look for something quick to nosh, then go curl up in bed, begin my time there. Rest, relaxation. It's equally tempting to see if I can stay up until Caleb leaves for work so I can set up the mat, drag pillows and blankets out there, be near the phone. I may. If I don't, don't expect me t'answer the land line today.
Sing with me, just for today...
...no matter where my mood goes at four in the morning, by dawn, by the time the sun has scorched the rest of the world and snuck back to drive lightblades through the cracks in the curtains and slip in beneath the door, by the time I am finally tired, my mind calms. The Dreamer within is off dancing, she is singing, blissful, reminding me that this is What I Wanted. To see her alive again.
...yeah, she gives a smile when the pain slips through... the pain's gonna make everything all right...
"And you have the exact same random bad-luck chaotic life that I have. I see you in me, y'see."
"It's almost as if you asked a man why he climbed a mountain. What's his answer? Simply because it is there."
...she says she talks to angels...
"I am so glad that you can respect it." Yeah, I respect my instincts. I respect your reasoning. I respect you, as much as I can. You are worth keeping because of that respect, now.
And it's one more night in hollywood... some days I think that this really IS where I should be, you know. Hollywood. Los Angeles, the city of angels. City of dreamers. I'm not surprised I'm here. I... if we lived closer, I'd be down along the boulevard every night, dreaming, watching, street-stalking. When I prowl, my weight drops like nothin' flat - the movement, the thrill, the feeding from every person I pass, replaces the stagnation and stress and having to feed from solid food. I miss living out in northeast portland, I do.
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