Strawberry Fields Forever
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To tell you the truth, the honest god forsaken and all the different kinds it comes in, truth - I don't know that much of the written word to describe how much of a blast it was.
But if you were in front of me and saw my hand gestures, the excited tone in my voice, the eyebrows with a mind of their own, the bulging eyes themselves, you'd see my point. Even if I didn't have to pin you to a wall and scream it out, you'd see it.
I lived those two weeks.
I laughed, I danced, I drank, I sat on a horse, I wore heavier clothes than I've ever worn, some jewelry too yes, I hugged a thousand people, I reflected a million flashes of the camera on my skin, I made my jaws ache by smiling so much, I walked in a daze, I saw family and friends I hadn't seen in ages and I cried for it, and I smiled for it
...and she looked so lovely through it all. And I crossed my fingers every time I managed a secret glance at her.
Now we're busy assembling ikea furniture and the camera's are slung on tourist necks clicking past me at the buildings and the concrete.
Shit I miss the attention.
To tell you the truth, the honest god forsaken and all the different kinds it comes in, truth - I don't know that much of the written word to describe how much of a blast it was.
But if you were in front of me and saw my hand gestures, the excited tone in my voice, the eyebrows with a mind of their own, the bulging eyes themselves, you'd see my point. Even if I didn't have to pin you to a wall and scream it out, you'd see it.
I lived those two weeks.
I laughed, I danced, I drank, I sat on a horse, I wore heavier clothes than I've ever worn, some jewelry too yes, I hugged a thousand people, I reflected a million flashes of the camera on my skin, I made my jaws ache by smiling so much, I walked in a daze, I saw family and friends I hadn't seen in ages and I cried for it, and I smiled for it
...and she looked so lovely through it all. And I crossed my fingers every time I managed a secret glance at her.
Now we're busy assembling ikea furniture and the camera's are slung on tourist necks clicking past me at the buildings and the concrete.
Shit I miss the attention.
Comments
Have been checking for updates everyday despite the fact that I have stupid, STUPID finals in 2 days :(
Which reminds me, the date stamp on this latest post is March 8, but it did not start appearing till today. Blogspot malfunctioning?
Hope you are having a fun time despite all the attention you are no longer getting. Take heart in the fact that you no longer have to steal secret glances :)
Aso, Happy Budday. Belated.
And beautiful prose is a bit much. We're very shy and will have to go into hiding to recover from this.
(which doesn't mean that you can stop the compliments coming in though).
No idea about blogspot. It's just trying to be human by malfunctioning.
@Shenanigans: heh, yes lots. And it's grand.
@Australis: Thank you muchly. Belated.
Yeah man, what this attention thingy being so fickle. I'll still strut in your wedding. ok?
@brokensilence: It's true isn't it. Now I'm addicted to it. The attention that is. Sigh
@Bird: thanks and it lasts for more than a few. I'm still living off it.