bubblegumsleaze.livejournal.comeverything seems very surreal and at the same time so superficial. there's a definite sense of unreality about tonight, for me, but i'm not really clear on why. i was riding home from work and somehow the road seemed strange and new and totally unfamiliar. i knew where i was supposed to be but for a few minutes it felt as if i were somewhere else. it was like that outside, too. it's warm and cloudy and for some reason there were a lot of people out tonight. long after the tourists had gone there were just so many people out. people at the park, people hanging out in the fountain, people on the streets. dusky and warm and clouded over, and a tuesday, it's not a night the streets are usually full but there was almost a feelig of festival, of expectation in the air. expectation of what? i didn't want to go in, just wanted, needed, to stay out in it, to breathe it in and breathe it in and breathe it in and just keep it, that feeling of anticipation. breathlessness as if everything were waiting....just waiting for that moment to spill over.
it followed me inside, and the feeling is still there. something in the air, something surreal.
i'd think it was just all in my head if it weren't for all of the people who were around tonight. something drew them out, too.
i don't want to go to bed, and i'm avoiding my bedtime meds because i know they'll make me sleepy, and i don't want to miss this, whatever it may or may not be.
and there's nobody around to talk to.