Tuesday, February 1

You have to set yourself on fire


When sleeping comes to be the hardest part of the day, thats when you have to self medicate. I turned to Anna Karenina and Tramadol last night, like two knights in shining armor they guarded my mind while sleep failed to do so. I lit candles in a circle around my bed, pretended to be a corps in an old and expensive chest. It was a funeral, it was a childish dream.

Much like my life in general ; a funeral/a childish dr
eam

8 comments:

Loulou said...

i cannot bear the thought, swan queen

margg. said...

i too turned to tramadol last night to sleep.

it's terrible.


we're too young to feel like this.
xo

Christopher said...

Anna Karenina might possibly be the best book ever written. Despite being like a million pages long when I picked it up last year I finished it in a week. Just thinking of it makes me happy.

Linda Love London said...

Dahlingh, if you end up having a funeral ( and if IM STILL AROUND AT THE TIME) can I please come and photograph you?

I have a thing for dead people. Please, dont be mad.

Aurélie said...

It must have a been such an amazing image. you, beautiful as always, candles burning dutiful by your side, I would love to see that in a frame. I hope you will sleep better today. bisous, a

apparellel said...

come back.

Tabs A. Geek said...

And something tells me, were that childish dream become a funeral, it would make for a tragedy more beautiful and bittersweet than that of Romeo and Juliet.

Anonymous said...

Quoting Stars always fun.