Precarious

Feels like there's always a time when I feel like pushing back against the current.

I kinda wish I was back home right now to brace Hurricane Sandy with them.

I've been wanting to listen to Rihanna-Diamonds and Frank Ocean-Strawberry Fields all day on repeat.

I want to be standing outside in the rain and breathing in the cold cold air. Let it seep down deep into my lungs. Maybe even run in it to get that burn going.

Horoscope- Your life is brimming over with possibilities, any one of which you can take full advantage of -- as long as you don't let one single rainbow go by unnoticed. Keep your eyes -- and, more importantly, your heart -- wide open. Anything can happen now if you believe in it.

Listening to both songs and I got to writing...

There will always be the sunset
Laying in the field
the sky is painted hues of colors she can't name
feels like her body is clinging to the earth beneath her
for comfort. for peace. for serenity. for eternity.
gravity pulling at her.
(wanting to rip tufts of grass out)
flashbacks to those moments when everything remained blue gray
and her body would float
her once weightless body now one with the cold
golden and green pastures stretching for miles far and wide.
But she lay as if the grass were covered with snow
and she'd spread her arms out and pretend to make angels.
The wind would howl.  It would be all she could hear.
Just a faint whistle as it would ripple through.
It'd run up her cheek like gentle fingers.
The goosebumps would send a rush right through her almost like an electric current.
And right through her and onto the brush.
Surge