January 30th, 2003

(I've tried patience)

Hmm.

Well...could be worse, I suppose. At least part of my mind seems to be doing rational things, and at least I'm here and alive and in one piece and my music's still here and with that I can probably just about cope with anything. ~s~

Morpheus was just having a laugh last night - I did sleep, and fairly well, but it involved dreams about davefish, mermaids, and a levitating vacuum-cleaner. Right.

Love and good thoughts and things to wildeabandon and deliberateblank.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Cuts You Up', Peter Murphy.
(I've tried patience)

It's Friday, I'm in...too many places at once. Or I'd like to be.

And I want tomorrow to somehow play itself through twice, so I've got time to spend the day with two people and go to two places in the evening. I want to go to Tenebrae! ~cries~

I know that last time I went it was a bit of a mess, but there are going to be lots of people there I love very much and I want to see them.

On the other hand, Full Tilt, yay! 'Cause, actual *dancing* (very difficult at a Gossips full of goths) and good music and stuff!

~sigh~ It's not fair.

E.
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  • Current Music
    Nothing right now.
(I've tried patience)

Writing, from a character. Just because.

Snow

Evening, now. The sun still glittering through the trees.
He lies there framed in white, little flakes melting clear on his pale skin, still just warm enough. The red at his lips is striking, startling, so that I glance around briefly, ensuring no-one is watching but the birds, who will report this story indecipherable as any other they tell.
It is very cold, of course, but I will see this out. I kneel beside him, the snow soaking through my jeans, almost unnoticed. While it drifts in to cover the rest of him, my gloved hands brush the white crystals from his face time and time again. I knew it would settle today.
The snow is melting on contact no longer, and though I cannot take off my gloves to touch him, I know he is cold, now. Almost covered - and so quickly, too. In keeping his face clear I have streaked the blood from his lips across his cheek, and I can hear a small part of me screaming to see it; another small part wanting a camera to take in his perfection.
The rest of him lies buried, now. In the morning, I will take care of things properly, but for tonight I sit back and let the snow float onto his lips, his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, and blanket in pure white the most precious thing I have ever owned.

-R-
(I've tried patience)

~sigh~

So I went to my singing lesson, and I came out, on the way meeting a lovely kid I went to prep school with whom I haven't seen for a few years. And then I get to Moorgate, and it's closed.
So are all the other nearby stations. I walk, for a while, in the cold, and the snow, and then my dad calls. He's stuck in London without a car, too. So he can't get to me and help.
~shrugs~ I was fine, I went to MacDonalds, got warm, walked to Bank which had opened by then, and I got back here, eventually. But I'm cold and bedraggled and miserable.

Bah.

But the MacDonald's radio was playing 'Nothing Ever Happens' by Del Amitri, which made me think of childeric and smile.

E.
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  • Current Music
    'Camera', Mona K.
(I've tried patience)

Right, well. Sleep is probably the answer.

'Cause I've got a migraine and I can barely keep my eyes open and I'm starting to cry for no real reason. Yes. Sleep is probably the answer.

For the fairies to make my day tomorrow, overnight I would like to receive e-mail replies from three people, and for the world to suddenly become a better place for a few others. This last won't happen, but the e-mails might. ~smile~

Ah, thank the gods for characters. At least I can go upstairs and suddenly, magically be smaller, prettier, male, and with someone warm to sleep in the arms of.

Love you all.

E.
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  • Current Music
    Nothing right now.