Wildcat

Lights, camera, action, cut. Speeding, tossing and turning, every minute filled with adrenaline. I look out the window and I think to myself, how could I ever forget what I have learned. The answer is simply, no. There isn't a way that my brain receptors could block this feeling. Running, skipping, hopping, running. I can't get rid of these endorphins. They live inside of me and create residence on streets I wasn't aware existed. Possibilities and constrictions appear as if they were a product of the wind, random as ever and fleeting as never. Playing, singing, dancing, shredding. I wish these sounds could live inside of me. Do they? Quite possibly. Love, like, love, like, love. Inside of me I know, however confusing, yet concrete, but intangible. I think to myself that I must have missed everything as if a flash of lightning barely grazed my ear lobes. How could I have been so foolish by assuming that everything had already passed. Not only had there not been a lightning storm, but a field of daisy's and a bright shining sun kept company the girl of my dreams and a beautiful picnic. Light, running, playing, singing, dancing, shredding. All this time I assumed a quick retreat, yet it sits right beneath my nose as if it was waiting for me all along. Lights, camera, action.