I'm sick of the endless bickering. I'm tired about watching war on tv. I'm incensed about the commericalization of everything. I feel bitter, I feel like ranting and raving loudly in the streets, and more importantly, for some strange reason, I feel pleased at the white hot rage-on I've got going.
I feel like a mad dog might feel when he wants to clamp down on a human's leg. Salivating at the thought of satisfied revenge and torment. It's ironic that the more that I dislike watching other people fight and hurt one another, that I can find immense pleasure at doling out my own rabid thoughts.
What I need now is love. A long embrace in the whipping wind. Deepening a friendly kiss into panting and gasping for air kind of exchange. I need butterlies and silly love poems. A single flower in a crystal vase. I need to spend hours beautifying my world around me. I need melt-in-your-mouth chocolate, and I need deep, steady rocking.
What I need is a break from my own worst enemy: my mind. I need to escape from my whirlwind feelings, need to break free from my tilting thoughts. I need wreckless moments of rushing adreneline, and I need the shifting deliriousness of dancing until dawn. I need the pleasant fogging of a brain in overdrive. I need peace and lazy slumber. A cat nap in the sun. I need to luxuriate on flannel sheets, a crisp white blanket of down surrounding me. Fluffy, cloud-like pillows, and a warm scent in the air. Slipping into a dreamless sleep, knowing nothing but peace, calmness and pure content.
I need.