On Love
Do you ever feel the need just to kiss someone or something just to express feeling so happy? Your so full of love for everything in the world past present and future you just need to have the smallest point of contact to spill all this love and joy into something. This makes it real. I am spinning all these wonderful memories and hopes flooding my mind. This sounds really pathetic but whenever I saw a shooting star last year I diddnt wish for money or to loose weight or for love, I wished to be happy. Most of my life so far has been spent feeling out of place, not being able to connect. I would be standing in the midst of a situation in which i should have felt connected to everything and everyone but instead all i felt was other people connecting and me on the outside. I just assumed thats how it worked. But there was this moment on the train coming home from visiting a friend in Chichester in the early summer where something clicked. I was happy, I was connected. I felt loved, not in the true love way but people actually cared, people wanted to share an experience with me.
Moving up north only accentuated this, for the first time I found people that I just simply loved straight off. The re was no popularity contest, there were no bitchy other friends, there was just us and a good time. Some people need to take drugs to get the feelings i get from just thinking of my life. I think this makes me very lucky. All I have to do is think of one of my friends sarah, melissa, ami, hannah, tolga, nick, andy, kat, joshy or jade. The memories of joint sing alongs to the potter puppet pals, nerf gun fights, getting dressed up and wearing ridiculous shoes and dancing the night away, looking up at the stars and talking about the cosmos, sharing mulled wine and life experience, falling asleep to finding nemo with wet nails, getting stoned and laughing so hard at rock paper scissors you nearly die, walks in the wood where you get almost entirely lost, all piling on one sofa in the kpa, drinking way too much blue in ring of fire at horwood, sharing your troubles over a beer, just living and being happy to know that these are probably the happiest memories you will ever have.
I just want to kiss someone so they can feel all of that just for one second my lips will tell them every feeling i own and they will know what it is to be truly content.
That to me is the best kind of love, you cant fall out of this love, you dont need it returned it just is.
Moving up north only accentuated this, for the first time I found people that I just simply loved straight off. The re was no popularity contest, there were no bitchy other friends, there was just us and a good time. Some people need to take drugs to get the feelings i get from just thinking of my life. I think this makes me very lucky. All I have to do is think of one of my friends sarah, melissa, ami, hannah, tolga, nick, andy, kat, joshy or jade. The memories of joint sing alongs to the potter puppet pals, nerf gun fights, getting dressed up and wearing ridiculous shoes and dancing the night away, looking up at the stars and talking about the cosmos, sharing mulled wine and life experience, falling asleep to finding nemo with wet nails, getting stoned and laughing so hard at rock paper scissors you nearly die, walks in the wood where you get almost entirely lost, all piling on one sofa in the kpa, drinking way too much blue in ring of fire at horwood, sharing your troubles over a beer, just living and being happy to know that these are probably the happiest memories you will ever have.
I just want to kiss someone so they can feel all of that just for one second my lips will tell them every feeling i own and they will know what it is to be truly content.
That to me is the best kind of love, you cant fall out of this love, you dont need it returned it just is.