July 11, 2001: breathe
Things are on their way to becoming almost-okay.
I thought Moon was coming this weekend, but she decided to put off her trip, so i have a Saturday with nothing planned.
So I'm leaving town.
I'm going to take Saturday, leave obscenely early (mmm 6 AM), and go to the damned rain forest. Because I've never actually been in a rain forest before, and I think it would do me good to walk among big trees and breathe for a while. I might even hike some. I'm probably not going to take pictures, but I will breathe. Breathing will do me good. Maybe I'll take a notebook and write some. Maybe i'll pack a lunch and have a picnic on the beach.
And I will drive and drive, because driving long distances never fails to make me feel better.
A change of scenery. That's what I want. Something new. Maybe some quiet. Maybe the roar of the waves.
When I am troubled and in need of solace, I always go to the ocean.
The sea fixes everything that's wrong.
It has to.
I went back to the ocean today,
With my books and my papers I went to the rocks by the ocean,
But the weather changed quickly, oh the ocean said,
"What are you trying to find, I don't care, I'm not kind,
I've bludgeoned your sailors, I've spat out their keepsakes,
Oh and it's ashes to ashes, but always the ocean,"
But the ocean can't come to this town, this town is a song about you.
You don't know how lucky you are, you don't know how much I adore you,
You are the welcoming back from the ocean.
And the ones that can know you so well are the ones that can swallow you whole.
I have a good and I have an evil, I thought the ocean, the ocean thought nothing,
You are the welcoming back from the ocean.
