Darkschunt 
Monday, February 28, 2005
The other day I wrote this in my notebook:
When you're away, alone, living by yourself, all emotions suddenly seem so much more intense. Everything seems so much more powerful, more able to touch you, able to reach out in the middle of the night and touch you with a chilly finger running down your spine. Love, grief, confusion, heartache. Craziness, madness. Bitersweetness, happiness. You're so much more susceptible to them, so much more liable to lose yourself to them, to be influenced by them, without the safety of a roof over your head. And then...and then...you do reckless things. Things you'll never thought you'd do.
Crazy, no?
And it all depends on what your idea of which crazy it is I'm talking about. ;)
When you're away, alone, living by yourself, all emotions suddenly seem so much more intense. Everything seems so much more powerful, more able to touch you, able to reach out in the middle of the night and touch you with a chilly finger running down your spine. Love, grief, confusion, heartache. Craziness, madness. Bitersweetness, happiness. You're so much more susceptible to them, so much more liable to lose yourself to them, to be influenced by them, without the safety of a roof over your head. And then...and then...you do reckless things. Things you'll never thought you'd do.
Crazy, no?
And it all depends on what your idea of which crazy it is I'm talking about. ;)
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