As I was reading the BBC News today, I misread "Osama Bin Laden says the West is at war with Islam" as having something to do with sandwiches. And in fact, I find myself still wanting a sandwich. Hmm.
Apr. 23rd, 2006
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Apr. 23rd, 2006 09:39 pmI was singing as I got off the train - looking up at the sky, dancing about, and generally making a fool of myself. It's one of my more foolproof methods of making myself happy and calm - something to do with the comforting yet ticklish blue energy cascading off of the night sky. As I felt my painful introversion refocusing itself, recreating and refreshing my internal world, making me feel energized and content once more, I spied a figure scooting away ahead of me.
This was a figure I'd seen on the train, or so I thought. A young dark-haired boyish figure, curiously young and older at the same time, dressed in black and grey and jet black hair. On the train I'd only seen the back of their head as they hurried past, and this time I found myself in much the same situation - seeing them rushing past uncomfortably.
Realizing I was still singing, I lurched to a quiet walk, hopping slightly as I made my way down the steep grade of the station tunnel, but the figure ahead heard me anyway and abruptly twisted around. They were shockingly fair-skinned, even more so in contrast to their hair. We smiled and glared at each other briefly, then the figure twisted back around. I squinted as they turned back, uncertain how to interpret what I was seeing. They picked up a curious hop of their own, and I smiled to myself and found myself hopping in much the same manner after a while. As we emerged from the tunnel, the figure sped off ahead of me once more and left me in the crisp blue of the nighttime air. I slowed my pace and smiled at such a familiar and yet foreign sight. That person, too, danced in the tension of twilight in their own way, rushed by the dischord twisting through their body. It was that same painful tension that stood out to each of us, and it was that same painful tension that kept us hurrying apart.
Still smiling, I skipped down the street, humming quietly to myself.
(Addendum: As I opened my laptop to write this, the beautiful birthday card that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corivax crafted for me slipped out, and I felt even more reason to smile. Apparently tonight's a good night for smiling.)
This was a figure I'd seen on the train, or so I thought. A young dark-haired boyish figure, curiously young and older at the same time, dressed in black and grey and jet black hair. On the train I'd only seen the back of their head as they hurried past, and this time I found myself in much the same situation - seeing them rushing past uncomfortably.
Realizing I was still singing, I lurched to a quiet walk, hopping slightly as I made my way down the steep grade of the station tunnel, but the figure ahead heard me anyway and abruptly twisted around. They were shockingly fair-skinned, even more so in contrast to their hair. We smiled and glared at each other briefly, then the figure twisted back around. I squinted as they turned back, uncertain how to interpret what I was seeing. They picked up a curious hop of their own, and I smiled to myself and found myself hopping in much the same manner after a while. As we emerged from the tunnel, the figure sped off ahead of me once more and left me in the crisp blue of the nighttime air. I slowed my pace and smiled at such a familiar and yet foreign sight. That person, too, danced in the tension of twilight in their own way, rushed by the dischord twisting through their body. It was that same painful tension that stood out to each of us, and it was that same painful tension that kept us hurrying apart.
Still smiling, I skipped down the street, humming quietly to myself.
(Addendum: As I opened my laptop to write this, the beautiful birthday card that
corivax crafted for me slipped out, and I felt even more reason to smile. Apparently tonight's a good night for smiling.)(no subject)
Apr. 23rd, 2006 09:39 pmI was singing as I got off the train - looking up at the sky, dancing about, and generally making a fool of myself. It's one of my more foolproof methods of making myself happy and calm - something to do with the comforting yet ticklish blue energy cascading off of the night sky. As I felt my painful introversion refocusing itself, recreating and refreshing my internal world, making me feel energized and content once more, I spied a figure scooting away ahead of me.
This was a figure I'd seen on the train, or so I thought. A young dark-haired boyish figure, curiously young and older at the same time, dressed in black and grey and jet black hair. On the train I'd only seen the back of their head as they hurried past, and this time I found myself in much the same situation - seeing them rushing past uncomfortably.
Realizing I was still singing, I lurched to a quiet walk, hopping slightly as I made my way down the steep grade of the station tunnel, but the figure ahead heard me anyway and abruptly twisted around. They were shockingly fair-skinned, even more so in contrast to their hair. We smiled and glared at each other briefly, then the figure twisted back around. I squinted as they turned back, uncertain how to interpret what I was seeing. They picked up a curious hop of their own, and I smiled to myself and found myself hopping in much the same manner after a while. As we emerged from the tunnel, the figure sped off ahead of me once more and left me in the crisp blue of the nighttime air. I slowed my pace and smiled at such a familiar and yet foreign sight. That person, too, danced in the tension of twilight in their own way, rushed by the dischord twisting through their body. It was that same painful tension that stood out to each of us, and it was that same painful tension that kept us hurrying apart.
Still smiling, I skipped down the street, humming quietly to myself.
(Addendum: As I opened my laptop to write this, the beautiful birthday card thatcorivax crafted for me slipped out, and I felt even more reason to smile. Apparently tonight's a good night for smiling.)
This was a figure I'd seen on the train, or so I thought. A young dark-haired boyish figure, curiously young and older at the same time, dressed in black and grey and jet black hair. On the train I'd only seen the back of their head as they hurried past, and this time I found myself in much the same situation - seeing them rushing past uncomfortably.
Realizing I was still singing, I lurched to a quiet walk, hopping slightly as I made my way down the steep grade of the station tunnel, but the figure ahead heard me anyway and abruptly twisted around. They were shockingly fair-skinned, even more so in contrast to their hair. We smiled and glared at each other briefly, then the figure twisted back around. I squinted as they turned back, uncertain how to interpret what I was seeing. They picked up a curious hop of their own, and I smiled to myself and found myself hopping in much the same manner after a while. As we emerged from the tunnel, the figure sped off ahead of me once more and left me in the crisp blue of the nighttime air. I slowed my pace and smiled at such a familiar and yet foreign sight. That person, too, danced in the tension of twilight in their own way, rushed by the dischord twisting through their body. It was that same painful tension that stood out to each of us, and it was that same painful tension that kept us hurrying apart.
Still smiling, I skipped down the street, humming quietly to myself.
(Addendum: As I opened my laptop to write this, the beautiful birthday card that
corivax crafted for me slipped out, and I felt even more reason to smile. Apparently tonight's a good night for smiling.)![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}