Free
I feel the sun today,
the laughter in the air.
The polyester doesn't breath,
but that's alright.
My hair is a bit greasy,
but the talks I had today were my reprieve.
The thing I guess I needed to say,
to hear.
Toes against concrete littered in apple blossoms,
cold shadows leaving pavement cool to the touch.
I'm sure I'll wash my legs off from this adventure,
but I'm feeling good under the light.
Things left undone,
bitter feelings lifted up.
And I don't mind.
I don't mind,
because my friends are with me and I'm ready to emerge from my hole.
It seems like today is coming together,
so much better than the days prior.
I think I can enjoy that.
There's something about that,
something so serene,
it's like the wind screaming in my ears
as I run down the road in my 4x4.
The thunder showers have lifted up,
coming and going.
Bringing heat,
but the lightening is like the reminder
to let me know the things are lightening up.
The everything I needed all at once.
The reprieve.
The alleviation from the negative feelings I once felt.
So refreshing,
so lively.
So living.
There is more than a thank you that I could ever feel to my friends,
being connected again.
Like I'm plugging back into reality and the drowning can finally stop.
Things left undone,
bitter feelings lifted up.
And I don't mind.
I don't mind,
because my friends are with me and I'm ready to emerge from my hole.
And I'm feeling enriched,
I'm feeling so much more alive.
I'm feeling the breath of life,
the way into a mindset that gets things done.
I'm not done.
I'm not done.
I'm coming back.
I'm ready to rejoin,
the party is never done,
but it was never about the party.
It was about who was there,
the feeling that the things we go through are together.
The rich refreshing voices to my ears,
the knowledge that I can let go of my anger and pain.
I'm going back to gaining again.
Gaining the joy in life.
Gaining the joy that I would strive for,
for the joy my friends bring.
For the things that make me sing,
for the eternity that my mind will forever sing for.
My history is eternal,
my footprint my own mark.
My feelings may not be remembered word for word,
but our words are here.
Here today.
Here forever.