Tomorrow I’ll be up early in order to go to Halifax to renew my lease. It’s been a stressful night trying to get everything arranged, and I still haven’t contacted Greg. Hopefully I can tomorrow morning.
My mind’s all tied in knots. Too much tought and not enough calm. I wish to be sitting on a rock by the shore. I need crashing waves. I need natural motion, not a maze of mental dilemas.
Mirages of betrayal are dangerous footprints in the sand. Underestimating the divine is falling with an undertow.
[Music: Garbage – Number One Crush (Xorcist Mix)]