mood: tired music: 'blue in green' by miles davis

ok i'm back. actually i got back 6 hours ago. i just didn't feel like updating.

right now i'm in the throes of a typical post-longhaul flight insomnia. it might be jetlag; i'm not sure. does it count as jetlag if it happens all the time?

anyways, the flight was horrible. once i put away all my carry-ons and sat down, the captain came onto the speaker and said there was a 'technical problem with one of the aircraft's essential mechanisms'. i think that's one of the worse things to say when you're about to take a long flight.

once i got to lax, i went through immigration fairly quickly, but when it came time to claim baggage, i got screwed again. i waited for close to a hour for my bags, and failed miserably at beating the long customs line. you see, my baggage came directly from jakarta; i didn't have to check in again at hong kong. so my baggage had no limiting factor. it went straight into the cargo. among the first. and therefore, among the last to be unloaded. i got picked up at 11, while i was supposed to be out by 930.

during the flight, i did manage to write a poem composed almost entirely of song titles, though, and it makes sense... at least to me:

Soundbox

i'm just wasting time.
in a silent way,
in a good way,
but in dreams.
only in dreams.

when you sleep, when you sleep.
honestly,
it never entered my mind.

blissed and gone,
i drown.
in soot and stars.
in you, embraceable you.

come in alone.
all blues,
blue in green

we are the backdrifts,
burning from the inside.
optimistic.
it's just like heaven.

perfect pale blue eyes.
we'll be awake,
waiting for the film's exit musi ,
il bang, bang,
i die of a broken heart.

---Goei---