Good evening everyone! I want to share a bit of descriptive writing I did, a few nights ago, with you here. Thank you for visiting "Insides Out"!
Tonight is the sort when magic happens. The air is magnificent! It surrounds me, neither cold nor hot, as if was it made in perfect compliment to my own warmth. I breathe it in deeply, feeling it fill by lungs, almost not wanting to exhale. It smells of new love, of complete peace within ones self, of sharing and of coveting. A sky, seemingly clear but without stars, surrounds all that is. All at once, I am self contained and part of an innumerable mass.
Sitting behind the wheel, as if I could drive indefinitely in this moment, I listen to the engine & stare through the on coming headlights. This evening, possibly the most perfect I’d experienced, and in the company of only myself. Each song the radio played was the more apropos. I drank in the exquisiteness of the sweet, cold peach tea, as it parts my lips and quenches my dry throat. Every one of my senses seems fully awake and fully aware.
Part of me dies to bring the truck to a halt, to poor every thought onto paper, stealing it away from the world, to hold to myself the beauty and keep it from the spoiling of others. But what if I should stop and the memories and words and feelings that I long to keep, fall from my mind leaving me alone, only knowing that what was, was extraordinary, and what is now, is only now.
If I never stop, if I continue this drive, on this night, in this body, could I hold onto it? Would it, as all things do, eventually subside? And if and when it did, would I be able to recall the feelings as they live in my mind now?
Sitting behind the wheel, as if I could drive indefinitely in this moment, I listen to the engine & stare through the on coming headlights. This evening, possibly the most perfect I’d experienced, and in the company of only myself. Each song the radio played was the more apropos. I drank in the exquisiteness of the sweet, cold peach tea, as it parts my lips and quenches my dry throat. Every one of my senses seems fully awake and fully aware.
Part of me dies to bring the truck to a halt, to poor every thought onto paper, stealing it away from the world, to hold to myself the beauty and keep it from the spoiling of others. But what if I should stop and the memories and words and feelings that I long to keep, fall from my mind leaving me alone, only knowing that what was, was extraordinary, and what is now, is only now.
If I never stop, if I continue this drive, on this night, in this body, could I hold onto it? Would it, as all things do, eventually subside? And if and when it did, would I be able to recall the feelings as they live in my mind now?
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