Consignments
Sunday morning. I was in a cab on my way to SFO and
my flight back to New York, after one of the most amazing 4 days I feel I've had
since.. I was last in Cali. It was 7 am, and the sun was beginning to burn the
fog off of the bits of water and mountains that I was speeding past.
"You Can't Always Get What You Want"
came on the radio. This song, for so many reasons, one of which is that it will
be played when I die, with full chorus backing -- is very dear to me, and I took
it as a sign -- not Cali.... or not yet. I might just get what I need, here in
New York.
Fingers
crossed..
But I long for it, I want it, I think I need it,
the promise, the clean good slate.. four days back east and I'm falling
backwards.... or is that a self-fulfilling prophecy?
I need to stop this cycle of
self-subversion, which ultimately perverts itself into selfishness... it's
getting bad.
Posted: Friday - June 15, 2007 at 01:30 AM
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