oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Wednesday, May. 08, 2002 | 2:43 p.m.

last night i stood in the shower and cried. not because i was particularly sad about anything. but because the tears came. so i just let them.

and it's a weird experience, crying in the shower. it's hard to tell where the water ends and the tears begin. and the hotness that always envelopes my eyes when i cry is amplified due to the steam. and my sobs bounce off the walls till i'm sure everyone in the house has heard them.

when i dried off i picked up my guitar. and the peace it brought me surpassed anything in my imagination. i let my fingers stumble and i strummed quietly. everything seemed better when i was done.

[it scares me that i don't know what was wrong in the first place.]

go on drone