Today there is a veil upon my world:
A gauzy muting of sound,
A mist that’s permeated the corners of thought.
I know there is a crisp clarity outside:
a pounding passion in the sunlit world,
A million hues to roll in and embrace.
My tingly thought centers all recede:
Rejecting stimuli like adventurous taste buds
Recovering from exciting, scalding tea burns.
I just have to remember and accept:
Sometime there are going to be days like this.
Lazy, hazy.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
Today there is a veil upon my world:
A gauzy muting of sound,
A mist that’s permeated the corners of thought.
I know there is a crisp clarity outside:
a pounding passion in the sunlit world,
A million hues to roll in and embrace.
My tingly thought centers all recede:
Rejecting stimuli like adventurous taste buds
Recovering from exciting, scalding tea burns.
I just have to remember and accept:
Sometime there are going to be days like this.
Lazy, hazy.
10/21/12
There are worse ways to have hangovers.
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