That feeling right after the last set of the night is like a wave of the ocean flowing and crashing against a cliff. The buzz stays with me for hours, like all the energy I gave out during my performance and they feed it back to me with eager faces, singing along to the songs as if they, we, us were the only things in existance.
And now that's over for a while. Which I'm ready for, but I'm going to miss. I'm going to see my mother for two days and then I'm just going to drive, with the wind, where ever it should take me. I can feel it inmyself, the eagerness to be alone, but together.
To find what I've always been looking for.
It may sound crazy but I think fate is like the wind, and I put myself in its hands, it flows like an ocean awaiting to except me into the depths of things, feelings, dreams I can only imagine. I'll twist and bend and mold and shape and it will come out as it should.
to the wind I give myself.
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