Last night I came alive. Passion poured into me from somewhere I had forgotten. Music lit up my soul again and I danced. I flowed and lept and spun and writhed to rythym of life. I had forgotten how it felt to be free... to be content in my own skin. I laughed and joked and caused trouble, I felt sexy and vibrant, I felt the world drift away into the backround and my soul fly free...
The fires from last night have died to mere embers, yet I can still feel them singe me... my emotions are no longer the burden of heavy stone or the shock of lightning but a swirling all-consuming blaze, rising and falling with the winds.
Elation is one river flowing in my veins, hope for a future of companionship and laughter, purpose and duty. Perhaps I was wrong to think myself cursed. Another river... is not so pleasant. It bubbles with anger and the vinegar of hatred. Such streams have become too familiar as of late, yet I feel I should accept them as part of life. As to say "There can be no light without dark", no love without hate. Words flow from my soul as well, filling my hands with static energy... too much for this pool of thought. For now I flow, filled past my limit with sweet nectars and bitter wines, cool streams and burning lava. Liquid. Wind. Fire. Listening to: 96.5 The Buzz
Feeling: burned
Last night I came alive. Passion poured into me from somewhere I had forgotten. Music lit up my soul again and I danced. I flowed and lept and spun and writhed to rythym of life. I had forgotten how it felt to be free... to be content in my own skin. I laughed and joked and caused trouble, I felt sexy and vibrant, I felt the world drift away into the backround and my soul fly free...
The fires from last night have died to mere embers, yet I can still feel them singe me... my emotions are no longer the burden of heavy stone or the shock of lightning but a swirling all-consuming blaze, rising and falling with the winds.
Elation is one river flowing in my veins, hope for a future of companionship and laughter, purpose and duty. Perhaps I was wrong to think myself cursed. Another river... is not so pleasant. It bubbles with anger and the vinegar of hatred. Such streams have become too familiar as of late, yet I feel I should accept them as part of life. As to say "There can be no light without dark", no love without hate. Words flow from my soul as well, filling my hands with static energy... too much for this pool of thought. For now I flow, filled past my limit with sweet nectars and bitter wines, cool streams and burning lava. Liquid. Wind. Fire. Read 0 comments