Not really here

I don't want to bother today.I just want to go home. Sleep.I secretly wish Sandy was coming to GA and not NYC.I'd stay home for about a week, eat candy, watch movies.
Dance around in the snow/rain/slush and cuddle up with hot chocolate ...
Not much to say today.Or lately for that matter...I'm just ready to go home and get in bed until... whenever.I thought about the words that describe how I'm feelingBut talking about that stuff never really works so...Here's how I'm feeling today:

The Escapist- The Streets

All these walls were never really thereNor the ceiling or the chairI'm eking weeks of peace at the beachI see the breezes weave the trees
These walls you'll find are yours and mineDefined not by them II'm in times that lie behind my eyelidsThe sunset still the rising silence
I'm not full of fear 'cause I'm not really hereI'm nowhere near here
There's no rain on roof that grates and beats meMy favorite tree breaking light to piecesSprinkling, sharded light on meThrow a stone as high as you can
And hearing with hand not hear it landNothing taxing dusting sandMy window world spins and twirlsThe walls then fall, I recall the sort
White clouds white wash faded spotlessThe weighty shadows, ranges of rocksThe cold is all illusion thought upStroll on the shore, snooze and explore
All possibilities in each new morning'Til satisfied reaching out, yawningFish in a big dish, some rice and spiceSalt over shoulder, never salted so tight
The truth I have told was silence sometimesBut who's soul does not hide any crimesWrapped in walls, encircled by workThe walls fall, the story occurs
No barrier, no boundary or 'low us ID'sThe freedom to stay off straightBe fiend or friend cause no harm but charmThe peaceful end
I'm not full of fear 'cause I'm not really hereI'm nowhere near hereI'm not full of fear 'cause I'm not really hereI'm nowhere near here
Pale ancient woods, strew white sandy baysThis ugly room pales away todayI'm swimming in the ocean, I sink slow motionFingers, toes, floating
Every year 'til yesterdayI see the eternal setting seaI compare all this to meIt's all fleeting momentary me
I blink my eyes, this is reminding meLife lies in the blink of an eyeThe old die for reasons, new tides for seasonsNew life born is like teasing
All these walls were really never thereNor the ceiling or the chairI'm eking weeks of peace at the beachI see the breezes weave the trees
I am not here at all, you are dearly fooledI see bristling trees, the shush at the seaMischievous, fluttering seagullsNo, I'm not trapped in a box, so I am glancing at rocksI'm dancing off docks, since this stance began that's where I am
I'm not full of fear 'cause I'm not really hereI'm nowhere near hereI'm not full of fear 'cause I'm not really hereI'm nowhere near here
So done