i am in the midst of one now. i had one recently. i think coldplay day's happen when mood figures significantly into my mindset. a couple weeks back, ripe with break-up issues, i listened to a bunch of coldplay with my incredibly cheap upgraded $2 jet blue headphones.
it took 2 pairs breaking within moments or minutes to get a pair that lasted my transcontinental flight. the pair i listened with on my recent flight are gone now, dead from simple carry around contact in my bag. earbuds are probably next on the hitlist. cheap one's.
today i desired to be moody, unlike the the previous coldplay day, where i was highly moody. i've been in a holding pattern, not moving, not leaving, largely because i haven't been feeling spot on about where i want to go, where i want to be, settle into. during a brief inner recognition moment earlier in the sun, i realized how i'd been waiting on a defining mood to drive me, as if that's the answer, considering i was so spot-on with my last major mood move, nicaragua to new york.
"You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow'"
i've been fighting a return to chicago. i've given up said fight. i am returning. how exactly, i'm not sure. but i'm leaving, going, arriving, and staying for an undetermined period of time.
"Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know/
You are/
Home, home, where I wanted to go."
maybe in chicago, as i gain money, i'll gain perspective on my next adventure. and maybe i will follow that mood wanting path, and maybe i won't. cause even though i may get into coldplay days, i still recognize that radiohead (whom i'm now listening too) is the truth.
"just cause you feel it/
doesn't mean it's there"
that said, my yogi daddy, move to NY plans were somewhat styled by a meditative listen and learn moment involving a different radiohead song, "give up the ghost." so much for truth, and mood, and ghosts.
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Weird+Fishes+Arpeggi/2onnhH?src=5
so as i nearly close this new york chapter, i say thank you to steve, miriam, nessy, bluto, chachi, badina, jeff, coldplay, radiohead, and more and more. for i'm alive and kicking. mythology teaches that if one falls under the gaze and call of a siren, they will undoubtedly die. Odysseus survived such an encounter. I now have, too.
there shan't be many siren's singing in chicago, so i'll be free, whatever that means, but there may be some weird fishes in the semi-toxic lago de michigan. maybe this is what i get for messing with the karma police by choosing to disbelieve in karma.
it took 2 pairs breaking within moments or minutes to get a pair that lasted my transcontinental flight. the pair i listened with on my recent flight are gone now, dead from simple carry around contact in my bag. earbuds are probably next on the hitlist. cheap one's.
today i desired to be moody, unlike the the previous coldplay day, where i was highly moody. i've been in a holding pattern, not moving, not leaving, largely because i haven't been feeling spot on about where i want to go, where i want to be, settle into. during a brief inner recognition moment earlier in the sun, i realized how i'd been waiting on a defining mood to drive me, as if that's the answer, considering i was so spot-on with my last major mood move, nicaragua to new york.
"You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow'"
i've been fighting a return to chicago. i've given up said fight. i am returning. how exactly, i'm not sure. but i'm leaving, going, arriving, and staying for an undetermined period of time.
"Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know/
You are/
Home, home, where I wanted to go."
maybe in chicago, as i gain money, i'll gain perspective on my next adventure. and maybe i will follow that mood wanting path, and maybe i won't. cause even though i may get into coldplay days, i still recognize that radiohead (whom i'm now listening too) is the truth.
"just cause you feel it/
doesn't mean it's there"
that said, my yogi daddy, move to NY plans were somewhat styled by a meditative listen and learn moment involving a different radiohead song, "give up the ghost." so much for truth, and mood, and ghosts.
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Weird+Fishes+Arpeggi/2onnhH?src=5
so as i nearly close this new york chapter, i say thank you to steve, miriam, nessy, bluto, chachi, badina, jeff, coldplay, radiohead, and more and more. for i'm alive and kicking. mythology teaches that if one falls under the gaze and call of a siren, they will undoubtedly die. Odysseus survived such an encounter. I now have, too.
there shan't be many siren's singing in chicago, so i'll be free, whatever that means, but there may be some weird fishes in the semi-toxic lago de michigan. maybe this is what i get for messing with the karma police by choosing to disbelieve in karma.
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