I'm in New York, no need for words now
Jul. 27th, 2001 03:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabSomething about this is still all very strange.
That was going to be all. But something about this is still all very strange. Where I'm at, I'm at, this place I'm at where I want to be around folks like me, I'm tired of wasting time. Something.
Because I've moved, but I'm still moving.
And I was thinking we didn't want little LE's girlfriend to come to the Mets game, because we wouldn't be able to talk. And I was glad Shana showed up when Liza was there.
And hell, this livejournal's a strange world too. Being so marvelously vague (on a rooftop in Brooklyn, at one in the morning -- except it's ten past three) here even though it's just all us -- me and my little crew, and they know everything.
Five, six years ago it was the kids in college, all of us sitting in my apartment over the flower shop, on the L-shaped couch, reading things aloud and smoking and laughing and drinking and reading in four languages. We all fell in love in a huge mess, because that's how it was supposed to be.
And now I'm a grownup, and it's a different crew, in my life, in New York, on a rooftop in Brooklyn, no need for words now. And my girls G and Jo and Shana and PV are no less to me than it ever was before. Maybe more.
We're making a little world out of wax.
I can't imagine for the life of me why I'm still lonesome. Or maybe I just think I'm supposed to be. I can't tell, but I'm glad it's Brooklyn and not Manhattan, I'm glad there's a river between us and I'm away, away, in my little house, adjusting.
What I need is a job. A routine. A crew that doesn't exhaust me. I've left a lot behind. I do a lot of leaving. I have left everywhere that I have ever been.
I want to crawl inside the internet and live there. Because it comes with me. Because it's still. Because I think we will meet again, in this mess we're in.
That was going to be all. But something about this is still all very strange. Where I'm at, I'm at, this place I'm at where I want to be around folks like me, I'm tired of wasting time. Something.
Because I've moved, but I'm still moving.
And I was thinking we didn't want little LE's girlfriend to come to the Mets game, because we wouldn't be able to talk. And I was glad Shana showed up when Liza was there.
And hell, this livejournal's a strange world too. Being so marvelously vague (on a rooftop in Brooklyn, at one in the morning -- except it's ten past three) here even though it's just all us -- me and my little crew, and they know everything.
Five, six years ago it was the kids in college, all of us sitting in my apartment over the flower shop, on the L-shaped couch, reading things aloud and smoking and laughing and drinking and reading in four languages. We all fell in love in a huge mess, because that's how it was supposed to be.
And now I'm a grownup, and it's a different crew, in my life, in New York, on a rooftop in Brooklyn, no need for words now. And my girls G and Jo and Shana and PV are no less to me than it ever was before. Maybe more.
We're making a little world out of wax.
I can't imagine for the life of me why I'm still lonesome. Or maybe I just think I'm supposed to be. I can't tell, but I'm glad it's Brooklyn and not Manhattan, I'm glad there's a river between us and I'm away, away, in my little house, adjusting.
What I need is a job. A routine. A crew that doesn't exhaust me. I've left a lot behind. I do a lot of leaving. I have left everywhere that I have ever been.
I want to crawl inside the internet and live there. Because it comes with me. Because it's still. Because I think we will meet again, in this mess we're in.
