Dancing down the street like I am on a runway
This song by Drake was playing on my Spotify as I dance/walked down my street with Gibson in tow. Oh, I wasn’t towing him he was leading me in a nice dance step as well. He must hear the beat. Once we got to the park, I hugged a few of my favourite trees and proceeded to dance. I went wild as if on the dance floor. There were a few people around at a distance and I am sure they thought I was nuts. Matters not.
I have been bad. Again. I should feel ashamed and regretful, but I do not. This sensuous feeling doesn’t last that long and while it is here, I want to enjoy it. Too bad divine masculine wasn’t around to partake. Smiley face. There is no one so I enjoy it on my own. I am in love with life, with seeing, with hearing, with dancing, with smiling, with yearning, with caring, with desire, with every god damn thing.
I know this post is not making any sense right now, but I wanted to say something and talk to you, share this feeling with you if I could. It may not transfer but I hope that it does in some way. I call it sensuous joy.
I will talk to you about how bad I have been some other time when I am not feeling so happy. Maybe then I will have the proper attitude. Ha ha. I can’t help laughing at myself. What a case!
I love you. Summerhill Lane xoxo