mood: offmusic: 'red sails in the sunset' by nat king cole

somedays, when the boredom reaches a fevered pitch, i wish i could laugh in the face of the irony of it all. i wish i could laugh alone. but it's these days that i can do no such thing. when the day boils down to a warped LP spinning and singing to me, that's all it is. there's nothing more for me to think.

and that's when i can feel the air's heaviness, sinking to the floor. that's when the rays of light that manage to peek through my drawn blinds whimper and wave and finally sink the same way the air does. everything sinks and everything stops. and i crawl through the mass with neither a trace nor an ounce of rays or sound. nothing in me can keep the world at bay.

---Goei---