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[correctiveshoes621]

Trying like hell not to be superstitious, here, but..

..all damned day, and into tonight - into the New Year - alone.

Broke, cold and alone. A portent of things to come? We'll see, I guess.

Jess came and picked up her brother. They were going to my mother's for dinner, then back to her place, where he will spend the night. I, of course, work. The phone has not rung, literally, all day.

I know a new year is coming, a new phase, a new shot - and 'more of the same' is not wanted or healthy; but, this. I don't know about this. Last night, while listening to 'Perfect Blue Sky', I had a moment. Of utter contentment so sweet that I imagined dying, immersed in it.

Hand in hand we stand below
A perfect blue sky
You and me alone again.

Hand in hand we stand under
The perfect blue sky
Waiting for the world.

It’s not as if we have that long,
No endless time to dream, to fall in love
To ever get to know...

If you start summer days as though
The sweetest life we ever will
If you take this before we go...

A perfect blue sky!
A perfect sky; a million stories left untold
A perfect blue sky!
A perfect sky; a million stories left untold
A perfect blue sky!

Side by side we slide below
A perfect blue sky,
Not sure where; not sure when...

We always knew this day would come too soon
A perfect blue teal gray or black,
And all that once was gold...

The hopes we had to grow
To understand the reasons why
I’ll go
A million stories left untold...

A perfect blue sky!
A perfect sky; a million stories left untold
A perfect blue sky!
A perfect sky; a million stories left untold
A perfect blue sky!

A million stories left untold
A million stories left untold..

'Perfect Blue Sky', Robert Smith/Junkie XL

Comments

[marrissabelle.livejournal.com]

Aw, fuck, I forgot about that superstition. But as I am finding out, being alone isn't as bad as people make it out to be. It's great. It's liberating. I can skip naked through my house to the fridge and do a cartwheel on the way back. I can get up and go to the store at 2 a.m. for no reason. And tonight, I'm going to have some wine, a little smoke and watch season 2 of Alias. Okay, NOW I'm depressed. o_O

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

Personally, I prefer it. The Alone, I mean. It's just...y'know...New Year's and all.....and your idea of NY's Eve is much like my own, y'know. Not a bad way to spend it, kitten.

..stop depressing! Get...um...impressed?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lyra_b/]

"A million stories left untold..."
Perhaps it's my frame of mind, but I'm seeing it as a million stories yet to be told. I'm pretty sure you have many left to share.
::good thoughts for you::

[indiwise.livejournal.com]

Download this song. At all costs. JunkieXL/Robert Smith.

...and also, 'Skyline Pigeon', by Elton John, of all people.

LIFE SUSTAINING.

(my icon is Jack...THE Skyline Pigeon, btw..)