The spring time DOES things to me, man. It makes me VOLATILE and CRAZY and ALIVE. There's a WIND blowing THROUGH me that's taking away all the DEBRIS of WINTER, all the LIES of my FORMER, all the HATRED I've been BOTTLING. I want to SCREAM and be LOUD and never stop TALKING. I want to make NOISE and make CHANGES and LOTS OF THEM. I want to go to BOULDER and drink TEA, I want to get in the CAR and just DRIVE, I want to just LOOK at someone and already know how to LOVE them. And I DO. My intuition is on POINT, and I am one with the EARTH, in all its CONFUSION and COLLISION and TOM-FUCKERY. I feel like I'm SPINNING in constant ORBIT around everything that MATTERS, like I'm HURTLING THROUGH SPACE at A MILLION MILES AN HOUR, toward the POINT I'm supposed to INHABIT, wherever that may be. And I can't wait for SUMMER, but at the same time I'm LOVING this INSANITY that comes from the sun TEASING me, the cold fronts BOMBARDING me, the Colorado weather KILLING MY INSIDES. But it's a BEAUTIFUL death.
(You just WAIT and SEE what raises from the grave.)
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