Oh a tired day, and I'm moving sloooowww. There's only so much code I can look at before my eyes blur. And it's so lovely out, the kind of lovely that makes a windowless desk job seem like not as sweet of a deal. I've been thinking a lot about the face I wear lately. About the feeling that so much of what goes on in my head and my life I spend all of my energy trying to hide or maintain some controlled exterior. I hate feeling like I wear a different face for different people and that there is certain things that I don't feel comfortable sharing with the people in my life in varying degrees. It's tiring work and I wonder where the notion that it had to be this way ever came about in the first place.
Well, I guess then there is more work to be done. Stress keeps coming to my door and I always invite it in for some tea. And he always breaks all my good china and pees on the carpet. I don't need anything that way.
"What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here
with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the
aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here
with me"
Neutral Milk Hotel, just for you kids..
