Youth Culture
I sit in my chair and watch the wind in the leaves from my vantage point. I stand at the sink and look out on my backyard. I look at all these things, these collections of items that create the ideal of home and I smile, but I yearn for more. Maybe, I won't call this place and it's collection of things my home soon. Maybe I will be in some far off place, watching a new collection of stars, a new cycle of seasons. I won't have my cat, or my dog, or my bed anymore, and I will probably grow a bit home-sick about that.
My phone rings and I ignore it, whatever is on the other end of the line wants me to listen to it, speaking it's apocalyptic verses, but I'm busy. I'm busy with the heat of my frenzy, the frenzy that is building up in my heart, in my appendages, filling me with something new. I'm not interested in the end of the world right now, I'm interested in listening to the beating of your heart as you sleep beside me in bed, I'm interested in listening to you sing in the shower, I'm more interested in watching you walk around the house without shoes on, and listening to you laugh about how my crappy day is too surreal.
I haven't made a real connection in a while, but sometimes being out of touch is exactly what I need. I feel panic and nervous tension rise up in my chest whenever I connect with the overwhelming social ocean. I cannot look at the roiling waters and the dark, massive beasts that glide beneath the surface, so I choose to stand on the shore, waving and yelling to the people I really care about. I'll watch while everyone floats on their intertubes, and I'll have the towels spread out on the sand, have the food all ready when you decide to come ashore.
My phone rings and I ignore it, whatever is on the other end of the line wants me to listen to it, speaking it's apocalyptic verses, but I'm busy. I'm busy with the heat of my frenzy, the frenzy that is building up in my heart, in my appendages, filling me with something new. I'm not interested in the end of the world right now, I'm interested in listening to the beating of your heart as you sleep beside me in bed, I'm interested in listening to you sing in the shower, I'm more interested in watching you walk around the house without shoes on, and listening to you laugh about how my crappy day is too surreal.
I haven't made a real connection in a while, but sometimes being out of touch is exactly what I need. I feel panic and nervous tension rise up in my chest whenever I connect with the overwhelming social ocean. I cannot look at the roiling waters and the dark, massive beasts that glide beneath the surface, so I choose to stand on the shore, waving and yelling to the people I really care about. I'll watch while everyone floats on their intertubes, and I'll have the towels spread out on the sand, have the food all ready when you decide to come ashore.