chelseadelong
Up, down, up, down, streeeccchhhhttt. Okay, I got this. Right? Maybe. Working and churning muscles so they can be perfect. What else is there to do, anyways? After all, you need to be perfect. Up, down, up, down.
The leap. The thrill. The sharp intake of breath. The wind whipping past your face, hair twirling in the air. For a moment, weightless. Flying-- a grand bird. The next... the slow fall to the earth, seeing the world grow before your eyes. And reality has returned. But for a moment, you were free.
Chew, chew, chewing. Up down and around. Pop, pop-- suck in, oh shit did the teacher see? Mint, ugh, this is dead now. What a waste of three dollars, longest lasting my ass.
Sliding so smooth across the cake. The blade wet and slick. Laughing and eating the icing, not too sweet but tastes familiar. Like home. Childhood memories just a memory. They may be faded but they'll always be ever so sweet.
Sitting alone on the park bench, the wind blowing across your face. Loneliness encompasses you and all you want is to have somebody sit next to you and hold you, just to feel the warmth of another. But no. In the still of the cold night, newspaper rustles across the sidewalk as the wind blows, leaves refusing to remain still. Eyes turn towards the sky, stars blotted out by the city lights; you don't know why you look up at the sky-- it's always the same picture.
Ripe and fresh. Smells waft up to my nose, fruity and already tasting delicious. The soft flesh in my hands, silky smooth and comforting. The reward, oh the reward of biting into that fleshy skin to taste that sweet explosion of flavors that emulate summer, the humid heat and sweat clinging to my skin.
Outlet for creativity. A change to shine and grow; the start of everything. Currents running through the senses, electrifying everything-- and a moment of clarity is reached-- euphoria is here. Peace, calm, awareness-- a gentle jolts glides across my skin-- thoughts, emotions and being all as one.