Impatience

What do you want most in the World? To touch, to feel? Is it that sensation of falling, so hard that the pain of it matches up with the pleasure? How being so hurt inside can smart, and then make you smile? There is nothing like it, and then to bite your own lip to be sure that it is real. I'm speaking of Summer and what fresh pleasures it can bring; the scent of lavender, your mother's perfume, a pile of laundry left in the Sun, a quarter of an apple. Summer is a season for happiness and....relaxation. But I am on the edge of a chasm. I have worked for two years for my GCSE's, I want my results, I want the certainty of a place at the sixth form at which I applied. I will have to wait. A Summer of waiting. I will be waiting for the Musters and the trees and candles.

Have you ever been around a secluded campsite after dark? It comes alive with the sleeping bodies and the wood smoke, a knotted branch swaying in the wind to a rhythm. It is best when the witching hour dawns. The World is a savage place again, reclaimed by the wildnerness.

Fast Car.....(and bike)

This song sums up everything I feel so completely; the way that I have watched myself change and grow, that adventure. The beauty of it strikes deep, touches and cords at my back chasing spirals of feeling. Like fingertips. There, but not, past. While I grow, so do others, so slowly I almost didn't notice. It's frightning, when that happens. That dusty photo, hidden in a closet can reveal how young and free we once were, it brings monsters with it.

Numb: without feeling. Many things cause that. Fear, Alcohol, Love, (H/W). Alcohol can bleed that feeling most cleanly felt, or it can warm it, give it sweet colour that I have only ever found on a bike (and with family and friends). The speed is an aphrodisiac for life.

So here's my Song for today....