With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit, she will recite the prayer of my pen.
Something posessed me last night, I don't know what, but at about nine thirty, when the light was wonderfully dim and the air was cool and all the green things were growing unnoticed, I laced up my runners and went for a run. I never run...I'm a slow, contemplative, stop-and-smell-the-flowers sort of girl. I think maybe I something called me out because I was feeling bad about my body, but dusk seemed to be a restorative for the soul, too. I liked the way my feet hit the pavement and my lungs burned and I could feel my body doing what bodies should. I'm sort of out of shape, but that didn't matter...I was ALIVE. I was aware that I was alive, that I have legs and can move and think and laugh for joy at the sight of those golden windows and streetlamps. Spring is here, and things are going relatively well, school wise and friend wise. I'm a little bit in love (a lot bit, truth be told), and just starting to taste the tang of freedom.
Perhaps the spur of the moment exercise was the manifestation of the energy I suddenly seem to have. I'm doing a kind of detox thing, eating the stuff that's good for me, drinking lots of water, sleeping. There's a slight electric buzz underneath my skin, and you know what it is? I feel...happy. Content.
I know that even if he never looks at me I will be okay in the end. I know that life is always going to be hard, and I'm okay with that. My beautiful friends are here, and I love them so much sometimes I feel as if I could burst with it. A riotous, colorful burst of bloom- JOY.
After the run, I had a long, warm bath, and then, just before I was ready to sleep, I picked up my guitar, strummed a spontaneous little tune, and suddenly the words flowed out in perfect order, the perfect melody.
I believe in magic today.
Perhaps the spur of the moment exercise was the manifestation of the energy I suddenly seem to have. I'm doing a kind of detox thing, eating the stuff that's good for me, drinking lots of water, sleeping. There's a slight electric buzz underneath my skin, and you know what it is? I feel...happy. Content.
I know that even if he never looks at me I will be okay in the end. I know that life is always going to be hard, and I'm okay with that. My beautiful friends are here, and I love them so much sometimes I feel as if I could burst with it. A riotous, colorful burst of bloom- JOY.
After the run, I had a long, warm bath, and then, just before I was ready to sleep, I picked up my guitar, strummed a spontaneous little tune, and suddenly the words flowed out in perfect order, the perfect melody.
I believe in magic today.