Saturday morning I woke up with the morning light pouring in through my windows as if marking a perfect path towards my bathroom so I could get out of bed and go get ready. Because I am all about signs. I look for them continuously. From the clouds that the cream forms in my coffee to the clouds up in the skies. I look for signs that guide me. The plan? Pick up a friend and go to a music festival.
Dressed in delicate lace and gauze two barefooted girls packed a car and went off...
Because I am all about that sunlight and I bathe in it like Cleopatra swam in milk. I love each season but I am a girl that needs the sun. Closest to the equator I need to be. The sunlight washes me clean. Nothing like purelight to disperse all the ghosts. The breeze kept kissing me like my lover's hands and we drank water infused with berries until we felt it was appropriate to consume the spiked lemonade,
which by a democratic vote was 12:30 pm
We debated music as if searching for the meaning of life.
Because music moves me it stirs my soul it is a language that only my ears have mastered and I want my body, my fingers to follow through. I want to play all of this melancholy out of me, to strum it on the guitar or maybe the piano keys. I want to write songs filled with hope but also anger and desperation. That's my problem I want so many things.
Restless at the witching hour I decide to return home and now I am welcomed by the light of a full moon lighting up the backyard. Teased by the wind all day I run into my lover's arms.