Welcome to Gaia! ::

Mood: apathetic.
Listening to: my ears.
Reading: my AP Biology textbook. (Oh, shock!)
Eating: pumpkin bread.
Drinking: a potent solution of tears.

They die and they die and they die.

(1.78 dead per second. A running boy, blood thick and fast in his throat; and with every heartbeat someone stops breathing. With every heartbeat that seems so loud in his ears or so quick quick quick pulsing incongrously through the delicate veins fanning out across his eyelid, the soft inner skin of his elbow. His middle-aged mother dozing on the porch? With her every heartbeat, pace torturous, torpid, two souls are going up in smoke, or three.)

They live and they live and they live.

(And in that same second 3.17 born. Is that a consolation, that even the fastest runner's rapid iambic cannot keep up with the children? No one's beat can match the messy bundles, the screams. Is that a consolation? Is that a condemnation? They tell me to fear overpopulation and I must confess I fear my own slow heartbeat more.)

Passivity seems the order of the day. I think overmuch, I consider the words, weigh them, until they coat my tongue and my hands. Are thoughts red? I say nothing. Action occurs without my direction or not at all. I do not laugh, but I am at least desensitized enough to find everything amusing. Better than the other way around, yes? Or no.

Funny how the only time I ever wonder about depression is when everything is funny. Funny! But it isn't depression. There's a far simpler explanation. Lazy lazy lazy Des.

It's rather nice, like summer in winter, but if I could worry I would. Instead I write. And that too is better than the other way around.

Yes.

And to think of all the lives that can be made in a cup of tea.

Dragon Oolong would be nice too.

Black strong tea or nothing for me ^^ like my dad and his coffee. And my boyfriend too actually :/ They don't even drink it FILTERED, they're that hardcore.

Anyway. Double spice chai is my all time favorite; soemtimes I make latte's out of it, like Starbucks does. They taste the same. But Dragon Oolong is a very sexy tea. Very sexy indeed.

I love the piece Des - I wish I could do stream of consciousness stuff like that.


My grandparents are Scottish - I was practically raised on tea - Nothing, not even coffee matches a good strong cup of black tea in the morning.

My favourite would have to be Orange Pecoe or one I found called Asaam (an Indian Black tea.) Earl Grey is nothing short of divine on a cold, rainy evening.