Electric oasis

   I find myself surfing the internet in search of a
story to read. Why? Searching like a lost soul.

   Backing myself away from the computer once more.
Glancing around apartment in search of that one
thing that is going to spur the creativity back into my
bones. Necessary? No just want to get a jump start
on some lost projects.

  Ah how relating such a sad tale I need to remember
that not long ago I was a part of the wind. Soaring
high and enjoying every second. Feeling the air pull,
lift coppery cinnamon strands welding them into a
knotted mess. I run my fingers through as though a
comb stalling when I come across a matted cloud of
red. Here I sit typing in vain. Perhaps but still a
necessity to express where I am at very moment.

  Oh how the soul is tingling. Such a need for one more
burst of energy and yet none to place before me.
Until tomorrow that is. Hmm. How to exit the raging
emotions that are pressing on all the right buttons.
How do I make it stop? Do I want it to stop? That is
the true question.

  A sigh is to be released. Pent up expressions loosened
by the exhaling of the lungs. Deep and long. Heavy is
the ache but the mind sits alert. Gaining all the
perspective that is exploding inside soul. Conscience is
holding a tighter reign over the cravings. I do so love
how this is controlling, protecting me from all that
could happen if I allowed the heart to pursue its
course.

   So grateful to have learned some restraint. Hmm.
Ever slow is the breath. Ever slow is the closing of
the memory. Pressed are the waves rolling over and
over the spine. Splashes of oasis claim their fame.
Stinging the mind with the right amounts of electricity.
Oh back away, back away.

   The distance I go to carry myself stronger. Over any
craving. Over any heated memory. So hard it is at
times but I do not allow anything to come of it. Not
now. Who knows of the future. I must, just, pray to
Jehovah to take care of that. To help me with making
the proper decisions. Ah yes indeed.

   Hmm. How odd all that is waking inside of me. How
to push it all aside, to concentrate on all else while
the paleness is so taunt. How? Walk away, right?

   Hmm. Go to sleep. Forget for a while and dream.
Pray before I fall asleep, not to create anything that
may entice, inside my sleep. Mmm. Yes don't look
any further. Just go to sleep.

  So sitting here prepping to type this decision once
more. Down, down the cues go for my head to fall
on pillow and paleness to begin to become cold.
Hmm yes indeed I hope this works. That the words
cease until another day.

  So dear friend of mine. Thoughts that ravish my
mind, my memories are grand indeed. In my hopes
they all end up being really big. Hold tight to my
soul, squeeze hard and laugh with me.

           Shy smile seen over shining blues.

         A thought a of someone in olives creates.
              Hmm a warmth within. A tiny thanks.
                 One last whimper. Now hugs.
                Hmm. Smirking I close my eyes.