soul.meets.body.

this is all i can think of—and all i want to think of—for a very long time. i mean, for at least two years.

 

i want to live where soul meets body

and let the sun wrap its arms around me

and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing

and feel, feel what its like to be new.

 

i'm not ready for the next set of lyrics. so we'll just stay right here.

 

i started this super fantastic and exciting new path (insert blog here). and craigslist was supposed to click 'submit' and send my hopes and dreams far far away. and now i'm realizing i've lost all of those dreams somewhere in-between. perhaps it's because my mouse is broken. or, you know, what were those dreams, anyway. but i'm still clinging to those other dreams—the ones that don't count but just stick in my head like when someone gives you a bad look. the one i remember most was last night when i got my tongue pierced. i was asking the sweaty, dirty piercer dude where he'd stick me with this perverse metal, and then he did it. he plucked me and it didn't hurt as bad as i thought it would—though i still made those oh-my-gosh-i've-just-been-pierced noises—but i did it. 

and then i woke up and thought it was so predictable and terrible and why did my mouth now represent a cliche. i checked my tongue later-on and it was still lovely, and naked. 

but i've lost those passions that i used to hold so near and dear. and i'm still cursing those who don't have what i don't have. so hyp-hyp-hyp-hypocritical.

 

damnit.

 

well. i'm sitting and waiting and ready for the lightning. not the bad kind, but the good kind this time. and i'm asking for it to please strike me on the left side—because that's where my heart resides—and jump start my spirit. 

i'll be here. with the same shitty look on my face. waiting.