things are...
Feb. 25th, 2002 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fictionalwell, things are. and that's the most i can say for much of anything.
they exist.
i woke up this morning trembling, and not sure why.
my heart was beating a million times a minute, it felt like, and i could feel the frenzied hint of not-enough-sleep in my mouth. odd, because i slept for at least seven hours. uninterrupted by the usual evil dreams. my night time visitors were simply strange last night, searching through a dark courtyard, feverishly looking for my apartment.
i was frightened when i woke up. it felt like the hours slipping away just before a goodbye, that standing on quicksand feeling, you can breathe now, but soon you won't be able to...
but here i am. still breathing.
i am in the process of buying my ticket for Rome.
i'll be there four weeks, writing a novella and a collection of poems, and studying the elements of painting, drawing and collage...i informed the professor that i cannot even really draw stick figures, and he said that was still ok. after that, E is meeting me in Rome, and we will wend our way up through Italy, north towards Venice, and then after that possibly to Paris, and then eventually end up in London from where i will return to the states and she will go on to Brussels. i am deeply excited. i never thought that i would be accepted to any kind of study abroad, and here i am going...and traveling through Europe. eep.
they exist.
i woke up this morning trembling, and not sure why.
my heart was beating a million times a minute, it felt like, and i could feel the frenzied hint of not-enough-sleep in my mouth. odd, because i slept for at least seven hours. uninterrupted by the usual evil dreams. my night time visitors were simply strange last night, searching through a dark courtyard, feverishly looking for my apartment.
i was frightened when i woke up. it felt like the hours slipping away just before a goodbye, that standing on quicksand feeling, you can breathe now, but soon you won't be able to...
but here i am. still breathing.
i am in the process of buying my ticket for Rome.
i'll be there four weeks, writing a novella and a collection of poems, and studying the elements of painting, drawing and collage...i informed the professor that i cannot even really draw stick figures, and he said that was still ok. after that, E is meeting me in Rome, and we will wend our way up through Italy, north towards Venice, and then after that possibly to Paris, and then eventually end up in London from where i will return to the states and she will go on to Brussels. i am deeply excited. i never thought that i would be accepted to any kind of study abroad, and here i am going...and traveling through Europe. eep.