The Wee Democracy

misalignment

i've written before about the days when everything seems to be going right; when the cosmic tumblers fall into place, the right stars align and all is good with your own personal world. people re-emerge, new people come into focus, you are happy in what you think might be shaping up to be the immediate future.

it was like that the summer before my senior year. the summer started out great, and i thought it would end great. but little by little, all the good things that i expected to stay good withered away, turned sour, ended poorly.

i thought things finally turned around at the end, when i moved into my own place, but again, good things ended just plain badly.

i guess what i'm getting at, is that when the tumblers fall out of joint again, when the stars become misaligned, things can revert to their natural state of shittiness rather quickly, and mostly to my consternation and sadness.



feeling: disassambled
thinking of: building a time machine. or a car.
song of the day: substance blues - travis shaw
i don't wanna fall to pieces, i don't wanna fall to pieces. pieces are made for the floor....i don't wanna fall to pieces, i don't wanna fall to pieces. wanna pull myself together, stand up, and soar.