Sunday, March 12th, 2006...6:12 am
-sigh-
Breath in, breath out, blink, scratch, breath in, breath out, throat clear. Heel touches the ground, middle follows, -Clack-, shoe front completes the step. People. Front push, middle struggles, heel raises, another decline begins. Wind blows, "the wind is blowing", quiet, "it's quiet", truck passes, "ah, a truck passing", quiet, "baahhhh". Slow, s, l, o, u, u, everything is very slow. No. No, leave me alone. No, I do… not… give … a … damn. Eyes half closed, eyes closed, black, black, small peek, too much light, eyes closed, black warmth. Zombie, ghost… a shadow, a phantom, a demon. Somebody, but not myself. Something, nothing real.
-sigh-
Nothing's the same. These long days at Bangkok are the last thing I need right now. While I'm stuck here, waiting for some thing that might, or might not, work out, I keep wanting to get the hell out of here, but can't find the strength to do anything. Don't want to do any last minute shopping, which I know I'll regret later, I don't want to talk to anyone, which makes me unusually rude, and I don't want to see anything, not that there's much left to see that I haven't seen before.
-sigh-
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