Captain's Log: 2008.06

06.14.08: Bedtime After This...

Storms make me feel so at peace, much in the same way as some sad song can be the only thing you can listen to... On repeat, of course. Maybe I should make a playlist someday, like "Catchy Tunes To Cry To," or something of the sort. I grimaced a bit when typing that, just so you know, but I don't have time for the backspace key battles tonight.

This season is such a peculiar time. Those long, cold months in between summers seem to never end, but the season itself feels like a lonely, lazy Sunday, when you cannot truly relax, knowing what's to some. Maybe that's why I like storms. People expect something from those clear, blue skies, and I don't want to, since nothing's gonna change... Except perhaps those things you wanted to remain. So it goes.

Cares, hatreds, worries… They're all subjective and relative. Those dark blue clouds I find so comforting probably annoy most other people, but I think I'll be selfish, this time.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

C. S. Lewis (1898 - 1963)

All ramblings of Erica Feggestad 2000-2008