Thunder on the ocean
English for a change. And as always on this side, some heavily crypted text first.
The rumble started last Thursday - full moon taking my sleep for some nights, first failed test in a while, a sponsored “have fun”-evening at Cosmic and anxiety manifesting from sitting alone in there. I tried to be broad and merry, and suddenly the river I see as life seemed open as an ocean. I became bold, turning my river gunboat into a full-fledged privateering man-o-war. In distance was a ship known to me so I salute it. Not with the proper smaller cannons but a full broadside that hit way too near her waterline. The returning rapport tore down most of my sails, blasted apart most of cannons and reminded me of what sailing drunk, anxious and wanting makes: fools. I was told so from the distance and I heard loud and clear. I assessed the damage and repaired it before it could impair me. A much needed experience, though not necessary.
A-hehehe.
Back to simple descriptions. The weekend continued with bumbling - slept over school and therapy, had to spend some fun-budget to take cab to the bus and all the time forgetting or pushing over stuff. Booze and such though nothing was broken during the weekend. So what did I do? Saw important people and had fun with them, surfed for the first time in my life, drank and smoked way too much (yet I did not pay for either one overtly), talked to 5AM Sunday, rode the streets and kicked ass with a horrible translation of Great Balls of Fire (Kontra - Suuret Pallit Tulessa for Finns out there).
A true thunderstorm in many ways that made me bold again. I had to vent some frustration of too much money spent and papa’s condition on him. That went well in the end, also. I will not be trod over.
Throughout yesterday’s LARP-workshop (I’m playing with a brilliant player in the game, second time this year) I felt…not fear, just a heightened sense of things, a restlessness of them coming. Much like on the bus to Helsinki on Friday. And so today, when the thunder finally came over Turku, showering my black leather trench coat, I eased.
I no longer fear thunder - only respect the ocean’s might.
Wheels within Wheels, Coils within Coils.
Namu.
So in this gray haze
We'll be meeting again,
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same.
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction,
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction.
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me,
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me.
Beware
The woods at night,
Beware
The Lunar light.
The rumble started last Thursday - full moon taking my sleep for some nights, first failed test in a while, a sponsored “have fun”-evening at Cosmic and anxiety manifesting from sitting alone in there. I tried to be broad and merry, and suddenly the river I see as life seemed open as an ocean. I became bold, turning my river gunboat into a full-fledged privateering man-o-war. In distance was a ship known to me so I salute it. Not with the proper smaller cannons but a full broadside that hit way too near her waterline. The returning rapport tore down most of my sails, blasted apart most of cannons and reminded me of what sailing drunk, anxious and wanting makes: fools. I was told so from the distance and I heard loud and clear. I assessed the damage and repaired it before it could impair me. A much needed experience, though not necessary.
A-hehehe.
Back to simple descriptions. The weekend continued with bumbling - slept over school and therapy, had to spend some fun-budget to take cab to the bus and all the time forgetting or pushing over stuff. Booze and such though nothing was broken during the weekend. So what did I do? Saw important people and had fun with them, surfed for the first time in my life, drank and smoked way too much (yet I did not pay for either one overtly), talked to 5AM Sunday, rode the streets and kicked ass with a horrible translation of Great Balls of Fire (Kontra - Suuret Pallit Tulessa for Finns out there).
A true thunderstorm in many ways that made me bold again. I had to vent some frustration of too much money spent and papa’s condition on him. That went well in the end, also. I will not be trod over.
Throughout yesterday’s LARP-workshop (I’m playing with a brilliant player in the game, second time this year) I felt…not fear, just a heightened sense of things, a restlessness of them coming. Much like on the bus to Helsinki on Friday. And so today, when the thunder finally came over Turku, showering my black leather trench coat, I eased.
I no longer fear thunder - only respect the ocean’s might.
Wheels within Wheels, Coils within Coils.
Namu.
So in this gray haze
We'll be meeting again,
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same.
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction,
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction.
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me,
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me.
Beware
The woods at night,
Beware
The Lunar light.