Ready, aim, EXPIRE -
I feel myself turning into some kind of hyperevolved chesire cat.
My nerves are shot but I am not and so on and so forth and so long...
This past month I affirmed many things about me, my life, and the way I wish to live it.
There are some freaks in this world.
What I am astounded by constantly is how obscure normality seems to me.
Because most people seem really messed up.
We live in a world of addictions...caffeine, alcohol, drugs, nicotine.
I am guilty of it, too.
But the fact that these things are normal, because the bad outnumber the good...is just, maddening.
Lately I have had this pull to detach myself somewhat.
I have these urges to go sit outside and just breath fresh air, to be in nature.
To get away from the sounds of traffic.
To run so hard my lungs burn with the need for more and more oxygen.
Away from the expectations, addictions, debt, obligations.
I know I can't.
I know it won't help.
And I'm not sad, or mad, or anything really.
Neutral.
But I am always with this desire to let the sun soak my skin, to feel the salt from the ocean cake on my skin.
To taste the morning dew, and watch the sun take its royal place in the sky.
To go through the warrior yoga poses with my bare feet on the grass.
To feel the rain wash away all the filth.
To dance with my hair flying in the wind.