when she gets thru she lets go...
Aug. 21st, 2009 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anahatasoundthe moon, though just a sliver that night, loomed huge and pink against a soft royal blue sky. what i could still see of the tree line across the field was vibrant green and swirling, rolling, twirling. my clothes felt like they were growing, or maybe i was shrinking; either way i kept getting lost in the folds of fabric. everything was so heavy, but you seemed to take it in stride. of course, you have more experience with this sort of thing than i do.
words passed between us easily...my thoughts only make sense to someone else in the same mindset. my hand felt so infinitely small encased in yours. but you were so far away, behind a wall of blotter paper that kept my soul apart from yours. after laying in the tall (short?) grass for ages i finally felt like i could handle some outside interaction. the hill that had given me so many problems (steeprockybumpy) before now seemed like flat ground beneath my flying feet. i felt confident, but hollow? detached? my wrap pants kept coming untied as we walked, and i stopped to tie them but wait i couldn't remember how to make a proper knot? you stopped and looked back (ohgodi'msorryruiningyourgoodtimestoppingeveryfewminutes) waiting patiently and smiling at me.
the night fighting was still going strong when we came down from the hill, and the lights were almost blinding to my sensitive eyes. we sat by the booth our friends were running (free booze for trash!) and watch mesmerized as wave after wave of warriors crashed against each other. stumbling, loud drunk kids towered over us...it was overwhelming and funny and difficult to speak to them. micah returned from the battle and stood in front of us, a huge backlit silhouette with steam billowing off.
we decided to wander the world, but everyone was so drunk and it was so late no one was much for conversation (neither were we). the come down was fading, and we stumbled back up the hill to the tent. you passed out immediately, but everytime i closed my eyes flashing white and black kept me up. i didn't sleep all night, or if i did it was in small 10-15 minute increments. by the dawn i had decided, L was simply not for me.
words passed between us easily...my thoughts only make sense to someone else in the same mindset. my hand felt so infinitely small encased in yours. but you were so far away, behind a wall of blotter paper that kept my soul apart from yours. after laying in the tall (short?) grass for ages i finally felt like i could handle some outside interaction. the hill that had given me so many problems (steeprockybumpy) before now seemed like flat ground beneath my flying feet. i felt confident, but hollow? detached? my wrap pants kept coming untied as we walked, and i stopped to tie them but wait i couldn't remember how to make a proper knot? you stopped and looked back (ohgodi'msorryruiningyourgoodtimestoppingeveryfewminutes) waiting patiently and smiling at me.
the night fighting was still going strong when we came down from the hill, and the lights were almost blinding to my sensitive eyes. we sat by the booth our friends were running (free booze for trash!) and watch mesmerized as wave after wave of warriors crashed against each other. stumbling, loud drunk kids towered over us...it was overwhelming and funny and difficult to speak to them. micah returned from the battle and stood in front of us, a huge backlit silhouette with steam billowing off.
we decided to wander the world, but everyone was so drunk and it was so late no one was much for conversation (neither were we). the come down was fading, and we stumbled back up the hill to the tent. you passed out immediately, but everytime i closed my eyes flashing white and black kept me up. i didn't sleep all night, or if i did it was in small 10-15 minute increments. by the dawn i had decided, L was simply not for me.
