the day was so humid you could barely breathe but if you tried real hard you could take in the marijuana filled air deep into your lungs. i walked around this huge field with my hands in my pockets in silence trying to find an isolated spot to watch and gather my thoughts. i saw people who would smile as i walked by and the smile gave way to their thoughts and i could see they were as in awe of this place as i was.
i found a spot that was covered by grass that was brown and yellow from the summer heat and when i sat down it poked my legs and hands. i pulled my knees up to my chest and sat there quietly observing.
girls around me were peeling off their shirts drenching them with water and tying their hair up with them, at ease to spend the day in their bra enjoying the libidinous boys drop their jaws at them. my own shirt was sticking to me in the heat but my under-developed body kept me far too shy to use this method of relief. i was content enough to sit in my spot feeling the base from the stage in the ground beneath me.
though i was alone i had never felt as closely connected with people before. i would notice them walking by unsure if they should sit next to me or just keep walking....i am glad they chose to keep walking. i wanted this time for myself i wanted to keep a view of these people untainted by small talk or uncomfortable conversation. they were beautiful to me. tattooed, pierced, hair the color of mangos unconcerned with the worlds perception of them. i wish i could of kept them in frames on my wall.
i laid back on the grass and stared up at the sky that was starting to turn grey. i heard the thunder roll in the distance like it was trying to keep rhythm with the music. then i felt the first drop of rain. i sat up to see the hundreds of people around me looking up at the sky starting to cry down on us. i saw the smiles begin to cover their faces as the rain began to fall harder drenching them in this sweet relief.
people were running and dancing. laughing when they would slip and fall in the mud.
some were like me and quietly making memories to hold onto. memories that gave promise to take them away from their lives outside this place.
if there was a way to relive time i would of taken that day to drown the rest of my life in.
i found a spot that was covered by grass that was brown and yellow from the summer heat and when i sat down it poked my legs and hands. i pulled my knees up to my chest and sat there quietly observing.
girls around me were peeling off their shirts drenching them with water and tying their hair up with them, at ease to spend the day in their bra enjoying the libidinous boys drop their jaws at them. my own shirt was sticking to me in the heat but my under-developed body kept me far too shy to use this method of relief. i was content enough to sit in my spot feeling the base from the stage in the ground beneath me.
though i was alone i had never felt as closely connected with people before. i would notice them walking by unsure if they should sit next to me or just keep walking....i am glad they chose to keep walking. i wanted this time for myself i wanted to keep a view of these people untainted by small talk or uncomfortable conversation. they were beautiful to me. tattooed, pierced, hair the color of mangos unconcerned with the worlds perception of them. i wish i could of kept them in frames on my wall.
i laid back on the grass and stared up at the sky that was starting to turn grey. i heard the thunder roll in the distance like it was trying to keep rhythm with the music. then i felt the first drop of rain. i sat up to see the hundreds of people around me looking up at the sky starting to cry down on us. i saw the smiles begin to cover their faces as the rain began to fall harder drenching them in this sweet relief.
people were running and dancing. laughing when they would slip and fall in the mud.
some were like me and quietly making memories to hold onto. memories that gave promise to take them away from their lives outside this place.
if there was a way to relive time i would of taken that day to drown the rest of my life in.
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hostileintent:
umm, no but maybe i can leave my 3 year old with you. that sounds good. k. thanx.
benci:
ohhhhhhhhhh. i had this day, once. a long time ago. thanks for reminding me. 