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Mar. 7th, 2003 09:05 pmI don't want to be real.
I can lose myself, for a little while, in stories and in music, sinking into the words and the beats and wrapping them around me and letting them take me over, forgetting who I am and what I am in favour of fictional characters and visceral rhythms, ignoring what is proper and expected for what is created and felt.
I always come back to myself in the end.
I wish I could drown.
I can lose myself, for a little while, in stories and in music, sinking into the words and the beats and wrapping them around me and letting them take me over, forgetting who I am and what I am in favour of fictional characters and visceral rhythms, ignoring what is proper and expected for what is created and felt.
I always come back to myself in the end.
I wish I could drown.