i'm just resting in the arms of the great wide open
i need to go to woodstock. i need to sit under those trees and smell that smell and feel the way i feel when i'm there. i need to sort all the crazy tumultuous emotions out into the neat little storage containers i know i have somewhere in there. i need to walk down those streets i've dreamed of so many times. i need to stop back at the places i went with him, the first boy i thought of in that way. i need to swim in that insanely clean pool, to sit in the library where she and i sneaked looks at those boys studying. i need to have tea in that airy, welcoming room and listen to the old pianist tickling the ivories. i need to eat the beyond delicious food served more elegantly than anywhere else. i need to go to my thinking place. for some unknown reason, it just stirs something in me, some place deep down that i'm not usually aware of. it sends such a high to my brain, to my heart. i've seen it in all seasons, all states of being, and it means more to me than any place in the world. i need it.