My insides are really still right now, not expectant, not coiled and ready to spring nor steeled for a blow.
Since you are human, you must know what a treasure this is.
I’m just sitting in the middle of it, enjoying the simplicity of unfuckedupness. Rest here with me for a minute, here in the place where we don’t have to talk and we can just be. Eye contact isn’t necessary. Smiling is optional, but encouraged.
2.24.2011
sigh. smile.
& thanks for the intro to a band i sense i might grow to love!
2.24.2011
I am listening as I type. Typing because it is your title which plucked the string: “i love you but it is complicated”. This is how I feel today, have been feeling for days on days, about online-ness.
And now, now he sings “into the great unknown”, and another string thrums. you see, i am wondering if it is better to dwell there for now. pack up my words and get them off public spaces so I can better face the daily great unknowns. so in the end I can offer better words, collected and honed, and set them down carefully. so i can turn my face to the winds and feel less frazzled by their force. also in the hope of moments like yours, more smiling, more still-sitting.
thank you for this little window of song & thought. you see? that’s the i love you part. but it is complicated.
2.24.2011
Drifting in the space between the trapeze bars and wishing the knots would uncoil.
Thanks for the breath of fresh air.
2.24.2011
I love the Dawmwells. If the unfuckedupness ever returns (which I hope it doesn’t), I highly recommend their song “Graceless” for such an occasion. (You know. A sitting in the bathtub for a second, with or without water occasion.)
2.24.2011
@themrs Unfuckedupness needs to stay…it’s the fuckedupness that we hope to keep at bay.
The Superior household claims, to a man, fame as being Damnwells fans from the first listen of their first single, ‘Sleepsinging’.
2.24.2011
Of all the perfect phrases you’ve chosen, above, “not steeled for a blow,” is the most precious gift in my life.
It took me, sadly, years, to uncoil and be in that state.
Long story: but just let me say, I love the phrase, “not steeled for a blow.”
Thank you.
2.25.2011
Sorry, I can’t seem to stop now. The plunge has a momentum of its own, but I glimpse you on the way down and offer a quick wave.
3.5.2011
i LOVE the simplicity of not being fucked up.
’tis a rarity.
i try to hold onto it like a pimp holds onto his prize winning whore when i am blessed to experience it.
<3
3.6.2011
Thanks for the intro to this band… love it. Love it. Love it.
And, I suspect for more physical reasons, I could write exactly what you did above and have every word be true. Sigh. Stupid guts and stupid health…
3.10.2011
Just being is so much better than awkward silences.
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