Hot desires

Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

How do I look through my own eyes? My moods swing so hotly these days, brought about by tiny words and simple exclamations. A song can make my soul soar and bring me to loving tears. I am completely into my manic summer mode. I overthink. If I could stop overthinking and just experience each moment I would be so much happier.

I feel clutched at right now, but I'm not doing any of my own clutching. Let it be. Let it all be and it will all fall into place. No guilt, no binding ties, no manipulation. We each have our own lives to live, entwined and entangled only for moments along the way. I am manic for those moments that are enmeshed together. When did I begin to realize the value in those moments? Do not waste them, do not overwhelm them. Trying to keep from getting uptight. Sand in my hand.