i deactivated facebook yesterday. today is day two. - it actually feels rather relaxing without it, like i don't need to worry about anything or don't have this constant urge. although i have still found myself going to the facebook page on my phone. [twice. not too shabby for a addict.] why you may ask? need some time away from all these technological ties and just chill and not have to be all. ahh. yes i have not very many words these days so there's a sound for you, instead of trying to sit here and try describe these old and new found feelings. this is not some talk group. so 'ahh.' it is.
also started to clean the ol' room today, it's that time of the year again. it's one of those things that before i start i'm like; 'ah, this is a great idea, clean and new.' then half way through, with the whole contents of my cupboards on my bed, around my feet, hanging off my shoulders, on chairs and anywhere possible, i get the feeling that maybe i shouldn't done this or at very least i should have started small and gone with one draw in my side desk. yet here i am,
sitting in clothes and belts hanging from around my arm looking at the messy hole i call a room.
okay so you've hopefully read this before. if not you've missed out on a piece of writing beauty. but don't fret, you can read it now and wallow in it's delight.
1.[matches that my mom used to collect, i keep them next to my bed. in a jar, a large one at that.] 2.[E E Cummings himself. Google&polaroid.]
A poem by E E Cummings:
I Carry Your Heart With Me.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart