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May. 28th, 2003 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hoveringsombreroi'm regressing
exploring parts of my brain that i thougth perhaps were dead.
my memory doesn't remeber by itself, it's sounds and smells that trigger me
i'm listening to songs i've not listened to in a long time and remembering what it felt like to be a different me. realizeing it's still the same me, just bits of me that have not seen the light in a while.
i realize the slight delirum from not feeling well is adding to this, but that's fine with me.
it's nice that for some reason, even tho i know some of these songs i could find bad past associations if i want ... i'm not remembering those i'm only remembering the good.
what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to like being me, being aware that i mean what i say so much more these days, not that i didn't mean it before ..... there's just more meaning to the meaning again.
i swear i'm not drugged, this is one of those cases of get these words out of my head before they bounce around and bruise my grey matter.
i hate the circumstances which have brought me here, to this place in me i'm at.
but i'm glad i'm here, nonetheless.
(yes i'm aware this is full of typos, for some reason the spellcheck on the client on mother's computer doesn't work, and i'm not quite all here to catch them myself, or even care that they're there all that much)
exploring parts of my brain that i thougth perhaps were dead.
my memory doesn't remeber by itself, it's sounds and smells that trigger me
i'm listening to songs i've not listened to in a long time and remembering what it felt like to be a different me. realizeing it's still the same me, just bits of me that have not seen the light in a while.
i realize the slight delirum from not feeling well is adding to this, but that's fine with me.
it's nice that for some reason, even tho i know some of these songs i could find bad past associations if i want ... i'm not remembering those i'm only remembering the good.
what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to like being me, being aware that i mean what i say so much more these days, not that i didn't mean it before ..... there's just more meaning to the meaning again.
i swear i'm not drugged, this is one of those cases of get these words out of my head before they bounce around and bruise my grey matter.
i hate the circumstances which have brought me here, to this place in me i'm at.
but i'm glad i'm here, nonetheless.
(yes i'm aware this is full of typos, for some reason the spellcheck on the client on mother's computer doesn't work, and i'm not quite all here to catch them myself, or even care that they're there all that much)
