diffi_cult (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} diffi_cult) wrote,@ 2008-04-10 23:27:00 |
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I came across Seefeel's Quique album on itunes. It has been released as a double album with the usual collection of rare and lost tracks on the second disk.
When I was in high school Tyler lent me a tape of Seefeel that he had made. I listened to it every night when I went to sleep. For years. I never gave it back. I had it until 3 years ago when I left it at the house of this girl I was seeing and never got it back, as I was loathe to speak with her again.
On first listen, as I sit here in bed, it brings strange memories to mind. I feel like I just found a security blanket that seemed lost for good.
This seems like such a waste of communication. These are thoughts that are of little to no interest for anyone but myself, meticulously crafted into a clear manner to be displayed to the public.
I am slowly getting over the idea that the little things in life that mean so much to me go unnoticed by others. It's probably the same for them. An individual is a world unto itself. Other people just trample through our world creating chaos and disharmony. The people I love, I love because of a construct in my mind that has elevated and overlapped their reality with a falsehood that is more vibrant and meaningful that the truth.
You are more colourful in my head. You are more interesting. You are more.
Love is latching onto the best parts of a person while trying your damnedest to filter out all the things that should be bothering you.
When I was in high school Tyler lent me a tape of Seefeel that he had made. I listened to it every night when I went to sleep. For years. I never gave it back. I had it until 3 years ago when I left it at the house of this girl I was seeing and never got it back, as I was loathe to speak with her again.
On first listen, as I sit here in bed, it brings strange memories to mind. I feel like I just found a security blanket that seemed lost for good.
This seems like such a waste of communication. These are thoughts that are of little to no interest for anyone but myself, meticulously crafted into a clear manner to be displayed to the public.
I am slowly getting over the idea that the little things in life that mean so much to me go unnoticed by others. It's probably the same for them. An individual is a world unto itself. Other people just trample through our world creating chaos and disharmony. The people I love, I love because of a construct in my mind that has elevated and overlapped their reality with a falsehood that is more vibrant and meaningful that the truth.
You are more colourful in my head. You are more interesting. You are more.
Love is latching onto the best parts of a person while trying your damnedest to filter out all the things that should be bothering you.
