Chet Baker - Almost Blue
[ sciatica ]
I should have listened to the birds this morning. The water isn’t running, and I’m running late. I’m good at running, I’m good at fucking up too. I’m a good listener and a good daydreamer, and sometimes when they talk the former subsides and the latter gets better. The sliver-like feeling underneath my fingernails hasn’t gone away in about a week and the tangled mess in my gut seems to not want to go away. It might be the cheese. Or the splash of cream. The light in the room is still the same. I wasted a sunday morning and forgot most of saturday. and now I can’t find my car. The birds were singing the wrong song. Maybe the cats should have been fucking in the morning instead of the middle of the afternoon. That would have gotten me out of bed.