9.14.02
sarah in san francisco
these are the days i know i'm crazy.i'll be sitting on a bus, slumping over the vinyl, and just wonder what everyone would do if i just took my shirt off. just took it right off and sat in the bus, hands folded, toes curling over the rubber walkway. i wonder if they'd even notice.
or i'll be way up high, on a bridge or by an open window looking down on something beautiful and wonder, if i jumped right now, could i fly? sometimes there is so much joy inside of me i think if i believed hard enough i could stretch these arms and fall without fear, coast down oregon and california just on the wind.
but there is always that voice of self restraint(it sounds alot like my mother actually) and i stop myself. it says i should know better. maybe i should.
so many people are looking for a savior. and it's hard to explain what i find in loving. hard to explain that, everytime i smell the rain or touch the sides of somebody's face, that's all the salvation i need.