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| Sunday, February 27, 2005 |
| Easy like Sunday Morning |
Loneliness has its perplexity. I feel it most during Sunday afternoons when everyone prefers to keep to themselves and catch up on respite. And this past seven days have been juxtaposed with sociable solitude. The first two weeks on the job I had been at a peak level of performance but recently my altitude has been a whirlwind rollercoaster. Chalk it up to too much thought on certain feelings and unexplainable situations with several people. It should all be so simple…and to the outside eye peeking in, my dilemmas are good ones to have. But not for me. And as a side-effect, my physical being feels beaten up by a whisk.
Ironically, all my friends who have called me up in have cited a skip in my step. One mentioned that my spunk had returned. I said it must be my joy on the job. At another point, I had just answered a phone call with a “hi” and my friend on the other line said “hey! You sound really happy! What’s new?”…Apparently there is some pasture of delight I exude unconsciously.
But I can’t rationalize it. I can tell you stories of my adventures and encounters for every single day of the week but you won’t comprehend my private chaos. I know I am blessed and have every reason to be happy and trust me, I am. Except for a particular aspect that I had - up until last weekend - put on the back burner. This could just be the fear that it will all be taken away like the drought. Someone will fly away. Someone will detach. Someone will scurry away in fear of staid situations. This perhaps could be the reason for my chock-full schedule of interaction but is still fused with seclusion.
I cannot elucidate my grounds for wanting to spend so much time with this particular guy when he asks me to. I never expect nor commit to any fixation. The motivation evades me but I know well enough that I’m not in a position to foretell my future or fatality so as to be paralyzed in angst. Although evidently, limbo leaves me forlorn.
My madness rears its unsightly head once again.
I know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl you know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole and I borrowed
Yeah, That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know the things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, oh baby
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
- "I'm Easy" by Lionel Richie |
posted by maldita @ 7:13 PM
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