Had to get out

Seated upon a towel, relaxing in the wind.  Tiny chills press against me but I am still warm. The spirit is on fire but the wind does find a way to bust me.

Listening to music waiting for the clouds to unleash my mind. Slight breezes almost kill me but I keep staying strong.

Leaning myself out in hopes of the sunshine. Yet I really don't want to share this moment. This mood will cause too many thoughts. I will want to try to do things I should not.

So I let the cold bring the heat within me to a simmer. The need to hug and be held is high but the reasons are beyond stupid.

Slowly I convince myself to place cover up on but I won't push myself to leave. Just naked to core but not leaving my freedom space.

I have to close my eyes. Just absorb the notes.

Absorbing the coolness. Silly to be here but I just needed to get out. It's all part of the passion building inside of me.

It's in overkill. But not pointed to anybody but towards the need of release.

Simole and wanted. I can't expect anyone to understand.

Now dressed in gray and blue. Beneath just freckles.

I smile. Good memories. Closing my eyes again. Enjoyment for a little while. Then chai tea excursion.

Then wait for the storm to unleash me. Perfect way for the night to close. Rain and a stormy mood.

Lightning.