Sun Kissed. Sun Drugged.
As the wind blows through my hair, I feel satisfied.The sun had turned on me. it gave me headaches now. So I needed another elevator. The sun was my drug. I guess that’s why they tell you to stay away from drugs. They’re bad. deceptive. They’ll abandon you after getting you hooked on themselves. The wind may be an elevator, but it can’t be my drug. It can never be. It comes to embrace me so rarely. I will never let it be. Besides, it blows only to warn of the rain. And I usually hate rain. It’s just…too many memories.
But wind is fun. Add an instagram filter in your mind and turn up the music and just blow through it as it opposes you. It’s great. but the sun was a natural filter on it’s own, I don’t think anything can replace it. When the sun shone on me, I would just close my eyes and lay in the freshly mowed for hours, just getting devoured by the ecstasy and in turn devouring it. Just being…yes. That’s what the sun does. It just let’s me be. Be. Me.
I’ll miss it. I can feel with my shades on, but it’ll never be the same. The wind will never let me be. Not daily. Maybe for an hour or less, but not always. But am I not a rebel? I’ve always been one. So I don’t care. I know they all want me to stay in the room, a cage with every luxury, but what about my dear friend sun? When will I meet it? I will sneak out while it rains. I am in love and lovers so that, don’t they? They run away.
I’ll run away. With the sun. To the sun. And then I can be. Just be…
But wind is fun. Add an instagram filter in your mind and turn up the music and just blow through it as it opposes you. It’s great. but the sun was a natural filter on it’s own, I don’t think anything can replace it. When the sun shone on me, I would just close my eyes and lay in the freshly mowed for hours, just getting devoured by the ecstasy and in turn devouring it. Just being…yes. That’s what the sun does. It just let’s me be. Be. Me.
I’ll miss it. I can feel with my shades on, but it’ll never be the same. The wind will never let me be. Not daily. Maybe for an hour or less, but not always. But am I not a rebel? I’ve always been one. So I don’t care. I know they all want me to stay in the room, a cage with every luxury, but what about my dear friend sun? When will I meet it? I will sneak out while it rains. I am in love and lovers so that, don’t they? They run away.
I’ll run away. With the sun. To the sun. And then I can be. Just be…
