Celebrating - August 2, 2011

Hey! hey. I want to sing. You know that feeling like “I’ve never had before”. Like it’s something new for the thousandth time and I’ve breathed more than air. Can’t stop. Don’t wanna stop living, leaving, tasting, feeling. Gonna make you smile real slow from the inside since I won’t stop smiling. Nor caring about you. Can’t feel the rain, can’t see it fall on my eyelashes, can’t feel my feet dance. Too overcome. I’m TOO overcome by this umbrella or bubble of obliviousness. I’ve got a five dollar folded in my pocket, one red hat over Lockness hair, dancing to my headphones in the back yard, slip’n and sliddin’ like I’m on one giant slip and slide. Wearing the furious orange that looks like it’s supporting fruit juice. This world is mine. I am its devastating ruler. And for the moment I could care even less about company, or the gentle wet trees. I’m just…tasting one step at a time.

-Pinquill girl