Closer to the farther...
I can only think of one thing that would make me smile right now.
Ballroom dancing. Big band Jazz-like. Maybe im mixing genres, but i have a song in mind. One to slow-dance to, cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand. To me, this can be more intimate than sex (though my memory may just be failing me). The song in my head may be "In the Mood", by who, im not sure. You all would know it if you heard it. I want to dance to it for hours, uninterrupted, minds and bodies enveloped in the rolling sound as we sway around a dim-lit dancefloor.
I want this so much i could cry. But i would be smilely faintly behind the tears. Because the dancing is still in my head, even if it cant be real. This image of dancing makes me feel so... lovely. Makes me feel really - "wanna be with somebody lovely".
So fucking scared of the unfamiliar. When youve monumentally fucked up such things in the past, its kinda hard to try something new again, even if the two things are incomparable. And maybe the same idea could be applied to relationships with people.
This music is making be wish i had danced in more parking lots when things were simpler. When time and people and magic was more abundant.
I think i would look less disgusting with longer sideburns. I did cut all of my hair off today so anyone expecting to see me anytime soon, be warned. Lord, but could i feel the difference while passing through gridlocked heat.
I need to call more.. be more.
I need some tea despite the lingering humidity. I almost feel a lung-tainting coming on. Havent actually been sick in quite some time. Those darn non-smokers i live with have been through at least 1 illness apiece since i have endured anything of the like.
Swing dancing still frightens me. Well, the actual swinging and twriling and hurling of your softer partner. I dont wanna toss somebody into a wall. They might not want to dance with me again. Something Waltzish i could manage, thanks to Jolly.
Time to do some research and stir some tea.
Ballroom dancing. Big band Jazz-like. Maybe im mixing genres, but i have a song in mind. One to slow-dance to, cheek-to-cheek, hand-in-hand. To me, this can be more intimate than sex (though my memory may just be failing me). The song in my head may be "In the Mood", by who, im not sure. You all would know it if you heard it. I want to dance to it for hours, uninterrupted, minds and bodies enveloped in the rolling sound as we sway around a dim-lit dancefloor.
I want this so much i could cry. But i would be smilely faintly behind the tears. Because the dancing is still in my head, even if it cant be real. This image of dancing makes me feel so... lovely. Makes me feel really - "wanna be with somebody lovely".
So fucking scared of the unfamiliar. When youve monumentally fucked up such things in the past, its kinda hard to try something new again, even if the two things are incomparable. And maybe the same idea could be applied to relationships with people.
This music is making be wish i had danced in more parking lots when things were simpler. When time and people and magic was more abundant.
I think i would look less disgusting with longer sideburns. I did cut all of my hair off today so anyone expecting to see me anytime soon, be warned. Lord, but could i feel the difference while passing through gridlocked heat.
I need to call more.. be more.
I need some tea despite the lingering humidity. I almost feel a lung-tainting coming on. Havent actually been sick in quite some time. Those darn non-smokers i live with have been through at least 1 illness apiece since i have endured anything of the like.
Swing dancing still frightens me. Well, the actual swinging and twriling and hurling of your softer partner. I dont wanna toss somebody into a wall. They might not want to dance with me again. Something Waltzish i could manage, thanks to Jolly.
Time to do some research and stir some tea.