A couple of years ago, at about this time on the calendar, I was sitting in the airport in Praha. It was cold outside. Really cold. I stood on the tarmac, and was able to catch a word here and there from the others that were about to board a plane to Odessa.
I was going home.
I had thoughts and dreams and hopes about the coming days....mostly questions, but I was optimistic.....something I rapidly seem to be forgetting what it means to feel.......I was excited....scared.....but I was ready.
I was young....I felt young....the orgasmic smiles and squeezes......the energy of youthful anticipation....knowing nothing and everything all at the same time......the scornful words of the "all knowing" at my workplace where I seemed to live, the words of "wisdom" from those who were too scared to walk out of doors at all....they all faded away.....it ****** away as I stood on that tarmac.....
I remember there were a few clouds...a few wisps that drifted in the skies I would soon be screaming along in......man, I tell you.......I've NEVER felt more alive then I did that morning with my MP3 player blaring Oakenfold in my head while I wondered what would come next......
*sigh* .......and now I'm sitting here. I'm just thinking........I want to live for THOSE moments. THOSE moments are where NO ONE could have taken me down.......THAT'S where it was at......off the grid.......in a different home...........................
.............i want to go home...........................
I was going home.
I had thoughts and dreams and hopes about the coming days....mostly questions, but I was optimistic.....something I rapidly seem to be forgetting what it means to feel.......I was excited....scared.....but I was ready.
I was young....I felt young....the orgasmic smiles and squeezes......the energy of youthful anticipation....knowing nothing and everything all at the same time......the scornful words of the "all knowing" at my workplace where I seemed to live, the words of "wisdom" from those who were too scared to walk out of doors at all....they all faded away.....it ****** away as I stood on that tarmac.....
I remember there were a few clouds...a few wisps that drifted in the skies I would soon be screaming along in......man, I tell you.......I've NEVER felt more alive then I did that morning with my MP3 player blaring Oakenfold in my head while I wondered what would come next......
*sigh* .......and now I'm sitting here. I'm just thinking........I want to live for THOSE moments. THOSE moments are where NO ONE could have taken me down.......THAT'S where it was at......off the grid.......in a different home...........................
.............i want to go home...........................
