afterings

I had to wait so long for my wannabe dial up connection, that i managed to paint most of my ceiling and still come back to an unloaded page. So long infact that iapos;ve now forgotten what i was going to say. Bugger.

i guess, iapos;ve gone through the full spectrum of teenage angsty emotions this evening. Iapos;m now set on nostaligia, yay.

ffaf has just come on random, and it brings back memories of what must be about 3years ago now. Thereapos;s no specific memory, but i definately felt the link between apos;mind, body and soulapos; a little stronger. It struck me when i was painting, and was overcome with the apos;crushed outapos; sensation due to a silly song whose lyrics reenacted how you apos;shouldapos; feel, infested with butterflies, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

whenever i envision the rawest emotions i envision myself running, flailing, through people, trees, crowds, half falling, half sprinting, as if my bodyapos;s not quite sure which is more appropriate. For all the obstacles, i feel free. A release, not unlike when you fall over as a small child and graze your knee. Fresh and raw, the passing breeze breathes life to it, reminds you you feel. Well, in this apos;dreamapos; i have a similar feeling, spread evenly across every inch of my skin. Thereapos;s an almost self flagelation comparison in there somewhere, running into objects animate or not, theyapos;re still sturdy enough to inflict some resistance.

meh

amnesty international calendar, afterings, afterking.