piece by piece
i release
once was mine
now undone
turned blue like new
orleans
and went down like
a southern sun
i still feel you
beneath my skin
im tempted
to throw my senses in

'cos its easier to drown
than to face the way I feel so sorrowfully
and when the truth comes back around
in the end you're not for me

�cos its easier to fly
than to face another night of southern sun
and your love is all around
in the air to set me free

It's 6:30 in the morning here. It's been raining heavily over the last few days, huge storms, flood warnings and mudslides. Talking online right now, with Kadin, Torian, Nereus, and Nreshan. *blink* Like I've said countless times before, I don't do mornings well. And yet...

...and yet, here with the chatter and flow, with friends, bouncing from one text window to the next and back, techno spinning in my ears and my eyes heavy-lidded from the drugs I'm still taking to cushion my body from the reality of a fucked-up root canal, a kidney infection, and a rather unpleasant bachache.... here, I feel at ease. I couldn't tell you why. I don't really understand it m'self. It just... is. Like this is what the very core of me is determined to have, this linkage, connection, conversation and almost-touch and always over my shoulder the breath of sunrise sneaking up on me.

Meh.

Always, there's something else.

Weird life.

The occasional moments of contact with other people still happen, online mostly. Scott, Stina, Kim (and company), I need to email Rhett and I need to email Matt and I need to spend more time on Messenger during the hours when everyone else is actually awake...

...but...

...meh.

It's nearly seven o'clock in the morning now. I think I'll go, yet again, leaving text behind and seeking refuge somewhere.

Dawn is coming.