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Jan 18, 2003 10:53

lately i've been sleeping on our living room floor. it feels like camping and i love it. there's a mattress, and a blanket and a pillow and at night i can wake up and watch tv ( though i dislike watching tv ) or open the curtains and watch the night outside, and those black trees, and our christmas lights going around in our balcony. i can't really ( Read more... )

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funkyrebel January 18 2003, 01:07:17 UTC
i used to sleep in one of those sleeping-sack-things on top of my bed. then i slept in the spare room, then i slept somewhere else, etc. of course now i sleep in my own room because i've slept everywhere else.

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imperial January 19 2003, 00:06:21 UTC
sleeping sacks are lovely. though mine is so small that i can't really sleep in it, or somehow it feels so small. i don't know. i think i should get a new one actually.

xxox xo xo xxxxxx x
andi

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lacewinged January 18 2003, 05:14:28 UTC
i sometimes gain comfort from sleeping on the floor, feeling my bones on the hard floor, if im upset then i'm more likely to curl up on the floor then the bed.
hope you find your shirt soon xxxxx

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imperial January 19 2003, 00:08:42 UTC
still trying to find it.

♥ ♥ ♥
andi

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non_chalant January 18 2003, 12:00:02 UTC
when i am sad, i sleep on a futon so i can be closer to the floor. i think my heart has fallen so much that i want to make sure i cant fall any more.
when i was very young i used to get mad at myself for sleeping on a bed. i would try to sleep on the carpet becos i thought that if kids in third world countries had to do it, then i should have to do it too. i thought that sleeping with covers showed weakness.
i was a weird little kid.
love yours,
caitlin

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imperial January 19 2003, 00:17:24 UTC
that reminds me of myself somehow when i was a child. my mother is a christian, and she taught me how to pray. and i prayed for those third world children. and after it i wanted all my stuffed animals to pray for them too, and i wanted my mother to be there with me, listening to me and my prayers, and sometimes it lasted for hours. and then someday i started seeing news and newspaper and understood that my praying didn't really matter anything, at least i felt like that.

when i was a child i was told that your prayers come true if you pray much and if you really believe they can come true. it was very sad somehow.

much love ♥
andi

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_crumbledarling January 19 2003, 00:00:35 UTC

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imperial January 19 2003, 00:09:07 UTC
♥ ♥

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