Recently I've rooted myself in the first floor of the library, sometimes, when crowded, I extend myself even deeper into the basement. It's a hole there. So sometimes, with so much want to rise above*, my shoulders start swaying despite my best efforts for them to stay still, and my feet begin to move.
So today, I'm indulging my self. My body and my mind. As my paper permeates my mind I'm letting the scissor sisters cut through my body. Number 19 on the top 25 most played just moved to 18.
*Dirty Projectors, Spray Paint (the Walls), quickly approaching top 25 status
No comments:
Post a Comment