December 19, 2001

Neutral

Nice soft music, almost alone at work..... living comfortably in my bubble, at peace, cancer stick on my lips, slightly levitated mentally that is, on schedule, can't see worries coz rearview mirror is smashed out (i did it), headlights out, bills pile up, so does paperwork, all needs on hold, want to make the moment last, cannot understand the need for dope when your mind can give you the best kick, smoke risees in so many imaginative vortexes, mind wants to follow them like a child chasing a butterfly, thoughts swirl around me, tea is brilliant, very sweet & strong with a spot of ginger, another sip, winter is lovely, sit alone with yourself and the thoughts my only loyal companion, satiated, food waits on table, ants want the first bite of it, other than that a few inanimate computers give me company alongside the unorganised organiser neglected cellphone on which no one calls, bottle 1/10 filled with water (rough estimate), wish i c'd get into their world as an inanimate object and give them all life, that will need searching, do not want to search..........