May 30, 2010 13:18
It's too beautiful a day to spend inside, but I feel so cut-adrift, alone here. Dawndance is only hours away, but it could be an eternity--one I want to spend swimming or walking in the woods, but everything seems so far without a bicycle.
I haven't been the best guest. I mean, I've been neat, friendly, and stocked the fridge with an unreasonable amount of food, and cooked a couple of meals, but I also got distracted falling in love with someone.
No, this isn't the medium to share this with anyone, and yes, that's what's bothering me: Needing to wait to tell Sariel and Evie how I'm feeling - fit to burst with all of that which moves within.
I chose this year, chose it deep inside at the return of the sun: 18, the 18 I should have been.
The thunderstorm was ours, though, it joined us together. Even the discomfort I feel now is more alive than I've felt in a long while.
[made public fall 2011]
nre,
love,
failure,
relationships