Train of Thoughts

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Inert.

I took the last stick from the box then I went to the toilet in the morning.

Now I needed another one. I could have just taken the keys and my purse and head to the convenience store which is just less than 2 minutes away from my house.

I’m hungry now since I haven’t had breakfast and lunch. I’m not doing anything with that too.

Sometimes I think I sit down and notice things too much and that resulted in me not doing anything useful with my life. I’m just there, immobile.

I told you I’m faltering.

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day - and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel - to take flight -

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me

~ sullen girl by fiona apple

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