||[Mar. 28th, 2005|06:53 pm]
it's fire. not the kind you're used to, though. not the kind that burns your eyes and freezes your sense of direction. it's fire that brushes your hair back and thrusts your hips and creates a new sense of self you have yet to know in your 17 lousy years of life. you want it but you know it'll burn. you sit in a starlit bed, your eyes fixed on the moon, and you contemplate ending it all right there. the owls are hooting i 3/4 time now, and the symphony is just beginning in your head. the scale is off key but you don't mind. this is what breathing is all about. this is the purpose of life.|
laughter is piercing my ears and it is indeed the first time i've seen heaven in the past six months. a little girl by the name os heaven asks questions and motives of a big brother under a spotlight in the middle of a not-so-crowded room. questions of age and knowledge and love. i sat staring and and smiling and i couldn';t help my freely running emotions. the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach is full of potatoes and giggles. i'm not quite sure , because i'm bad at this type of thing, but i think that maybe for today, this is what everyone means when they tell you to embrace heaven.