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uneasy, and not easy.
2006-01-22, 2:31 a.m.

current mood: hazily floating between awake and asleep.

current song: he cried by morrissey.

i need you
simple words
but words which had never been heard
by the soul
stoned to death
but still living
and so he froze where he stood
and he looked to the ground
and he cried
he cried
ride our minds
if you must
but there's always a line you don't cross
time is short
don't be cruel
oh you don't know the power
in what you're saying
and so he froze where he stood
and he looked to the ground
and he cried
he cried

people where
i come from
they survive without feelings or blood
i never could
was stoned to death
but i'm still living
so he froze where he stood
and he looked to the ground
and he cried
he cried

so he froze
and he looked and he looked
to the ground
and he cried
he cried

i have kissed him a hundred times over in my head. in the rain, it seems, is my favourite. i awake from dreams, i snap back into life from daydrems; my mind has wandered all over this subject. i catch myself, i'm falling. and when i fall, i go fast and hard and before i know it i'm in that place i know so well and never want to be. and he is beautiful, and his face haunts the space behind my eyes, and when i close them he's there. he's there, smiling in that twisty way his lips make. his eyes, clear and kind, are looking into mine. and i drink in his face with my eyes. bjork must have known, because she sings his praises in venus as a boy.

and here i am, in the dark, smoking and listening to morrissey. here i am, kicking myself, talking to the only one i can - this little white box. this faceless voiceless unfeeling and benevolent entity who merely collects the things i think like a bit bucket. everyone else i know is drowning in their own sea of problems, and everyone else i know would never understand.

he doesn't know that i exist. he especially doesn't know that i exist in the state i'm in. i am eternally grateful for those two things; unknown love that is unrequited is so much easier to deal with. there is no rejection. there is no temptation. i can control it if it's only in my head. but god, if he ever found out...everything would be over. everything. and this time i have too much to lose. is there anything to gain?

and yet i'm still lost in these idle fantasies. these fantastic hallucinations, better than any drug i've taken; better than any fever i've had before. i'm indulging myself in this unreality. i have a husband. i love him madly. but i can't let go of this, and i don't know why.

stop it. stop it, stop it, stop it. this invasion within my own head, storming my heart and swaying my feelings. let it go, lindsay; let him go. let everything go and empty your head, and remove yourself. you used to be able to do it; why can't you now? walk away. it used to be so easy. why isn't anything easy anymore?

~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~

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