Get up, let go, fall through the air
Long time readers, of which there are precious few, will know that when I am
feeling a particular kind of turmoil, my thoughts are incoherent, and it is
images and music and disconnected phrases that convey my thoughts. Just
sayin'.
I cried for you and the sky cried for you and when you went I became a
hopeless drifter. Rain flings itself from the sky. I fall through a mist
that seems to envelope me, holds me like a cushion. I have no point of
reference and I don't know that I am falling until the mist clears and I
emerge on the other side. My mascara runs in perfect, tearful channels down
my cheeks. I yearn for adventure, and I wanted a reason. Shall I run away
from you now?
feeling a particular kind of turmoil, my thoughts are incoherent, and it is
images and music and disconnected phrases that convey my thoughts. Just
sayin'.
I cried for you and the sky cried for you and when you went I became a
hopeless drifter. Rain flings itself from the sky. I fall through a mist
that seems to envelope me, holds me like a cushion. I have no point of
reference and I don't know that I am falling until the mist clears and I
emerge on the other side. My mascara runs in perfect, tearful channels down
my cheeks. I yearn for adventure, and I wanted a reason. Shall I run away
from you now?