drop-drop-drop
I just had a bath, the first in a while! I felt really gross after gardening and pulling weeds so i decided to take one :] and while i was lying there, mulling upon on the mysterious taste of cheese, i had this amazing yet kinda weird thought.
I put my head underwater and it was wonderful. It was all nice and warm, and all i could hear was myself breathing. All i could hear was that which made itself present in the water; that was me, breathing. I was soaked in myself, i had my own little world, just my thoughts and the sound of my life. I put my head above the water and my ears started to pop, it was very uncomfortable. I put them back so i could continue my under-the-water bliss. Soon, the tap started to drip. Drop-drop-drop. It punished me haha. I wasnt in control of what i could hear, and it was annoying, i liked listening to myself breathing, it was familiar.
Sometimes it seems like theres a watertank around my head. All i can hear is my life... me breathing. As soon as something or someone comes into it, i feel out of control and uncomfortable. As i try and lift out of it, to see the outside, it hurts and is inconvienent. I soon learn though, that inside the tank, the ME is amplified and nothing is in perspective.
As i lift my head up i slowly learn to know whats really important.
Are u water-tanked?
I put my head underwater and it was wonderful. It was all nice and warm, and all i could hear was myself breathing. All i could hear was that which made itself present in the water; that was me, breathing. I was soaked in myself, i had my own little world, just my thoughts and the sound of my life. I put my head above the water and my ears started to pop, it was very uncomfortable. I put them back so i could continue my under-the-water bliss. Soon, the tap started to drip. Drop-drop-drop. It punished me haha. I wasnt in control of what i could hear, and it was annoying, i liked listening to myself breathing, it was familiar.
Sometimes it seems like theres a watertank around my head. All i can hear is my life... me breathing. As soon as something or someone comes into it, i feel out of control and uncomfortable. As i try and lift out of it, to see the outside, it hurts and is inconvienent. I soon learn though, that inside the tank, the ME is amplified and nothing is in perspective.
As i lift my head up i slowly learn to know whats really important.
Are u water-tanked?
*i stop and ponder.* NO.
Posted by
hungry |
9:28 PM
you should write a book.. cuz ur so deep.. haha.. you can write bout water tanks n the sort.. n goldfish... i just realised how absurd how all of the sounded.. hahah.. ah well.. i am absurd.
Posted by
Shen |
10:21 PM
its not deep, its kinda weird haha... we can be absurd together shen
Posted by
daviddouglas. |
10:24 PM
i'm not water-tanked. But i do have a box i sit in, when i want to be in my own little world. Not literally a box by the way! that's how i got my nickname 'ves-in-a-box', if you remember.. well i've got an essay on it too, if you wanna read it.. I think we think too much ey? Anyway, don't stay in the water too long, you'll become too wrinkly =/ - vanessa
Posted by
Anonymous |
11:12 PM
maybe you aren't deep.. maybe i'm shallow.:P oh dear.. write more... what were u doin gardenin nywz.. haha
Posted by
Shen |
10:07 PM
mmm dave... interesting.
do you know you sent me that 'mail.' email twice?
Posted by
ladybeetle |
11:02 PM
yeh i did.. i realised that u didnt like the big writing after i sent it... so i sent it again, 2 sizes down...
Posted by
daviddouglas. |
10:11 PM
breathing? underwater? is anyone else worried..?
you're awesome, dave!
Posted by
- jaz. |
10:45 PM