katrina

I feel dirty and washed out,
I feel like I'm not completly here,
I often feel that you can't really count those days, when you aren't fully conscious, as a life.

I feel like I'm drifting in my own livingroom. I feel so far away. It feels like nothing I touch or eat are really there. So I don't touch or eat much.

It's sort of bittersweet. It's a sort of forbidden pleasure, to me, to live in some sort of parallell twilight zone, to be here and to not be here, at the same time. Sometimes I think of it as a sort of conscious sleep, yoga nidra.



Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam I know thats who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.

You are like a hurricane
Theres calm in your eye.
And Im gettin blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but Im getting blown away.