I was really happy today.
It was raining really heavy and i wanted to go and dance and sing in it. I stepped out into the garden in my pyjamas and bare feet and i felt alive as the rain soaked my hair and shirt.
The grass looked greener and the walls were washed clean and grey moths danced around me.
I thought: “Is this what it means’s to be alive? To be one with nature and to see everything with raining falling down over it?”
I guess it does.
I went inside and put on my favourite CD with my headphones and blasted the music straight into my ears and felt the bass pound through my body. I felt the current, the flow and the life of the words pound deep into my soul.
I lit candles that i had made and put into used honey jars and watched as the light flickered around the room, casting sinister shadows and comical shapes.
I blew out the flames and danced like a tribal women around the pitiful smoke.
I knew i looked crazy. I didn’t care.
I phoned you up and i knew you’d been sleeping from the lazy “Hello” that i got when you answered.
“Lets go to the seaside and drive really fast through the rain and we can hold hands and watch the wave’s crash upon each other.”
You protested, like i knew you would, called me crazy and i said “that’s why you love me right?” i could hear you smile through the phone and said “All right, I’ll pick you up”, giving in, like i knew you would.
So we drove really fast to the seaside in the pouring rain, we held hands; we watched white horse waves dancing.
You drove me home as the sky was turning into dark blue velvet and sequined stars and pulled me into a tight embrace when we were at my door. I leant in close and smelled your neck: cigarettes, coffee, sandalwood, you.
You stroked my hair, and hummed my favourite Beatles song and i swayed and kissed your neck and laced my fingers through yours.
“I really love you,” you said, “You make me feel alive.”
I was really happy today.