Ocean Blues

[garran]

I've been slightly cold all day, which is, considering recent weather, a remarkable novelty; whenever some part of me twitches with the feeling that I ought to close the door to my deck or put a sweater on, the bits that are relishing it drown it out. I feel like I can occasionally smell the sea on the breeze, and not just the sea but a sense of somewhere else, somewhere on the shore, with wind and rocks that you pick your way carefully through. Something heightened.

Sometimes I wonder if the world is just going to keep building into the numinous as I grow older, until I'm left wandering about with my mouth open, bereft of all power of description, breathing deep and occasionally, for no apparent reason, quietly beginning to cry.

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[garran.livejournal.com]

I wondered whether to make this friend-locked; then I started to feel weirdly stubborn about the fact that I'm uncomfortable. So it's still here.

It's all well and good to think that I ought not to worry, and to write this for myself, but a weblog is partially performance, and I've never been someone who's been good at disregarding that I want people to like me. I have a standard, slightly guarded way of interacting with this thing these days and in the context of that, this was a bit of a risk.


-Garran

[synchcola.livejournal.com]

It's a good entry! ♥

[masamage.livejournal.com]

I agree.