Under my Skin
Sounds to me like some of Steve Tyrel lines…rigth? I got my issues this very week, and this is what I call life. I use to write to said just something to cut the wind. This very week I had to cut the wind even to the expense of my own strength, even when not creating anything (what I try to? …clarity). Thank God we have that with us in the bank for eternity. We have strength in the mist of craziness. At least I have the “tiny” little idea there, when crying: HELP!!!!! I do know how it works, just paint the walls with my lungs out to the world, and peace arrive. Always and only. That’s what I call….”With Us”.
I just kind of realize the reason for me to write, this need, this hunger to get my finger tips in those eternal kisses with the keyboard. To get that passionate romance alive I have to feed my self with reality. Living in the bubble doesn’t work anymore. The romance of writing doesn’t have to pursue isolation, no way! Somebody said that, and I believe is not true. To me is about learning to give to every area it’s just attention. Otherwise the boat would sink.
At times all I want to do is a massage to my back. But, I love to write even if I have to get a replacement. May be if My Dear (lest call him Dr.H) would soon come to the rescue this would be a different story. Poor boy, if one day would assume that we are meant to be together (I guess), all He has to do is hear me speaking, that’s no fear? or the revenue to love? I don’t know. When I find out, soon I would write about it. I guess is a 20/20. He is searching, searching, searching, not listening, and searching. I guess I have to wait, wrinkles do not appreciate it. But in the mist of my longing for it I assume is my extravagant gift of love to Him. If He wants me to wait until He discovers America….who cares! I love U. Silly you.
If one can write all that is under the skin?
I do not know. May be is just this hunger to feed those who love to read, to discover, to engage, to pursue what others found first. Finding something first than others it just makes us responsable on feeding those in the “search”. Perfect expression? grammar? citizenship? hahahahaha. If Noah got the chance to ask for a Passport back there, trust me that WE would never know the beauty of what survive. And I love Elephants without passports, and I ‘m learning to be patient with people, even with my peers, really. Any kind of alienation that squeeze the veins on your neighbors? Just call it LIKE THIS:
“WE ARE THE EMBODIMENT OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT OF FREEDOM, ANYBODY THAT HOLDS TO THIS SPIRIT ANYWHERE IS AN AMERICAN”. The Guys who wrote it were serious and right. Sweet!! sweet.
What’s there under your skin then? Are you in the search? Have you found? Can you share? Tell me. If you dare….
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