Periphery Dump

[mlerules]

There doesn't feel like 'nuff's within to extrude much here. Still, I feel like belching up what's inside in hopes of replacing it w/something else...anything else...nearly, anyway.

What I'm feeling recently seems to stem mainly from fantasies, from thinking 'bout possibilities and experiencing the emotions raised by such musings and imaginings. It's in lieu of...what? Interactions (perhaps...quite likely in fact). Stagnant. Funky. Bleh.

Wanna run and jump and wave my hands in the air. Wanna dance, spin, twirl, run, climb, play, hug, be held close, kiss, cuddle, snuggle, dip my feet into the ocean. Wait, I CAN DO THESE THINGS. What's stopping me? Really? Truly? Well, 'cept that o'morrow's the 4th o' July, a mid-summer holiday, so heading out to just 'bout anywhere's prolly foolish as it'll be crowded as heck.

Wanna bounce, bound off, bounce against. Wanna pound.

Tired of bashing my head against walls, not to mention chucking my heart down into black pits of despair and/or nothingness.

Supposed to be doing something right now: conserving energy, stockpiling energy, getting mi casa together, pulling together camping stuff, &c. Well, not right NOW necessarily, but in general these days. And I guess I am doing these things. Slowly. Not surely quite yet. I'll feel better once it's done.

Good thought: methinks I'm gonna wake up in an improved mood o'morrow (or rather later today).

Comments

[dartaganon.livejournal.com]

I feel ya on this one, in many ways. I hope that you do get a chance to dip your feet in the ocean, for all of us stuck here with no ocean, and only the memory of such fun.

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Thx. Soon I shall make a trip to the Pacific and dip my toes into the ocean for you and the rest who cannot do so quite so easily. On the 4th I ended up seeing good friends, chatting w/more, and setting up a nice series of social events which've improved my mood no end.