Friday, November 7, 2008

with the lights out its less dangerous

There are days like these

Restless

Itchy

Like a coiled spring

Not unhappy

Not sad

Just physical

Could

Run a mile

Dance till my heart stops

Looking for

Exhaustion

A heartbeat that stops me from breathing

Sweat

Running down my back

Just physical

Like ecstasy

Like tripping

Like dancing under strobe lights

Like hair flying

Like forgetting i’m alive

Like not seeing

Not sensing

Just knowing

This moment will explode.

I do

The next best thing.

Nirvana.

On full volume.

The drums kick start

The guitar is hard

The sound courses through my body.

Thank you Kurt Cobain.

May you rest

In the disco of my brain.

2 comments:

doingmything said...

Absolutely brilliant!!! Loved it.

agent green glass said...

thank you. thats how i felt then. some days are like that.