eratosings
I want to be fresh. I want to be pure. I want to be clean. I want to look into the mirror and not feel worn and tainted and dirty. I want to be innocent again. But I guess we don't always get what we want in life.
For those few moments in the morning
When I drag myself out of bed
Pull the covers over
And knock over 10 books that I have read
Reach for a glass of water
And miss cuz I can't see
I am blind
Just for a few minutes
I'll be blind.
An ordinary looking box, but inside lie electric zings- bouncing off each other like a rubber ball on the ground. Invisible waves, traveling, moving, that fast, so fast you can't see it. Just a click and a blink, and a thousand invisible whirrs ... you're there.
Jumping and bouncing, my hair in my face and the lights everywhere, the passion is everywhere, the bursts of emotion and music, I feel tight clutched hands and cramped bodies, a sea of power, dancing and spinning and wrecking havoc like wild cats of the night.
Jumping and bouncing, my hair in my face and the lights everywhere. The music is bursting around me, screams and shouts, clutching hands and tight cramped bod
Still. I'm tired of still. Tired of sitting and sitting and sitting, chained against this wall with my heart still pounding like it did those days before, sitting here, all too still when my legs ache to run, my arms pumping at my sides. But I sit here, still, silent and waiting for my punishment, helpless, immobile.