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then i put on that cd that bilal made me and the first notes ring out and sink in like a dagger. i love listening to them in the bath. i put my head underwater and listen to them singing above me and it sounds like a movie. the music sounds distant, like it's in the background, disembodied but still with the same beauty and emotion and fullness. and the droplets plunge into the tub, noiselessly.
things change so quickly, not before my eyes, quicker than that, i don't even notice it. then one day it smacks me in the face.
being happy unsettles me, it makes me feel insecure and venerable. but i want it to last anyway...
on a rather annoying note, i can't hold internet conversations anymore. or any conversations for that matter. i'm losing my abilities with vocabulary and actually the basic grasp of the english language is slipping away from me. it's rahter aggravating, especiallyw ith the SATs coming up, since i only do good on the verbal part...
things change so quickly, not before my eyes, quicker than that, i don't even notice it. then one day it smacks me in the face.
being happy unsettles me, it makes me feel insecure and venerable. but i want it to last anyway...
on a rather annoying note, i can't hold internet conversations anymore. or any conversations for that matter. i'm losing my abilities with vocabulary and actually the basic grasp of the english language is slipping away from me. it's rahter aggravating, especiallyw ith the SATs coming up, since i only do good on the verbal part...