The wind is blowing tonight. It's not the steady wind that can wear a body down, it's the random chaotic wind that tosses a tree half a block away when your own balcony is still. It's a wind that wouldn't surprise you if it spawned a tornado.
It makes me feel free, or something else. I want to roam the night in a convertible with the top down. I want to stand on a hill with my arms stretched wide, looking up at the moon and the stars. I want, I want, I want ...
Being dissatisfied with one's life has probably prompted much progress, but it's not comfortable.
It's the kind of night where I want to change the world, or my own life. It's the kind of night where being alone isn't healthy, or at least being with someone would be better. Too bad.
It's the kind of night where regret claims you for what might have been, or when you shake loose again of the past and move on. I guess I'll know which when the dawn is past.
"I can hear the night wind howling,
and it's a high and lonesome sound"
That was beautiful. In a dark and twisted way. True poetry.
Posted by: Noah at May 12, 2004 05:05 AMAmen.
Posted by: Thinky at May 12, 2004 02:21 PM