let lemons be angry

I watched The Chaser and realized that I am faint of heart. At this age I can still be scared of the dark in my living room. So I'm chasing away bad visual memories with happy sights.


And I'm in school now, and wondering why it is I can't keep awake these days. It has been a workless term break. I'm paying for it by being here on a sunday night and trying to do everything at once.

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Lightness, lightness, lightness of being. So light that we burst for just a bit of weight. Lightness, like noisy nights and dateless dates, and conversations about chasing tails. What we really need is to sit quietly, and talk about the important things. The heavy things, the things that we're too scared to let people know we're thinking about. Not the typical dinnertime conversation. But we all know that the real stuff is poised and ready to roll out through our teeth. Like why we feel our filth, or how we're utterly nothing without Something More. 

So let's talk. Let's talk and talk and talk, over fascinating tea and under bridges.