funny morning
Nov. 15th, 2004 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchythe urban landscape is teasing me this morning - looking so calm and stoic while the busy busy bees zip zip zip around the streets and sidewalks
this
in conjunction with my boss still being out of town
when I expected it to be the busy, productive, get him back on track since he has been out of town day
my rhythm is thrown off
i am not the busy busy bee
so i am listening to the soundtrack of coworkers goofing off, while the momoliths of downtown hide beneath a grainy grey veil - a little shy, a little dirty, and hard working construction people compose a cacophony of avant garde ambient orchestrations benearh my window
if i am lucky the sun will come out
lift the vague malaise, that isn't unhappy, but obtuse - my thoughts covered in that same grainy veil
maybe i am going back to a mindset that used to encourage me to lie on my back in rural cemetaries. i was the only one living for miles, amidst tombstones broken by neglect. it's a secret treasure to find the graveyard that has become forgotten. peaceful. protective trees. a sense that time can be your own apart from this world, where everyone else stakes their claim on it.
this
in conjunction with my boss still being out of town
when I expected it to be the busy, productive, get him back on track since he has been out of town day
my rhythm is thrown off
i am not the busy busy bee
so i am listening to the soundtrack of coworkers goofing off, while the momoliths of downtown hide beneath a grainy grey veil - a little shy, a little dirty, and hard working construction people compose a cacophony of avant garde ambient orchestrations benearh my window
if i am lucky the sun will come out
lift the vague malaise, that isn't unhappy, but obtuse - my thoughts covered in that same grainy veil
maybe i am going back to a mindset that used to encourage me to lie on my back in rural cemetaries. i was the only one living for miles, amidst tombstones broken by neglect. it's a secret treasure to find the graveyard that has become forgotten. peaceful. protective trees. a sense that time can be your own apart from this world, where everyone else stakes their claim on it.
