Whither the wind goes
Sep. 21st, 2002 05:48 pm
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
~Pink Floyd
Thank the gods for Ren Fest. I am going STIR CRAZY and want out! Out Out Out of my apartment, away this city, away from dreaming about work and working on dreams and watching my pennies and listening to the new sounds my car makes and OUT!
This is a dangerous time, when my inhibitions are so low. Around this time last year I got like this, and ended up in Dallas with Wren. Year before that, I flew half way across the country to meet Ryu.
My body is screaming "It's time to migrate!" and I have no where to go.
Maybe this is why my father still roams from gig to gig... maybe it's in my blood, maybe some Slavic gypsy dallied in the Mediterranean country side and cursed my genes with wanderlust. The Fest starts in a couple weeks, and it's only a short drive away (well, for Houston standards it's a short drive... 'course, by Houston standards, an hour to go from one side of town to the other's normal too.) I'll be able to wander there. I'll be able to walk and stroll and sit and stare and be -away- there.
If I can just hold out that long.
La!
Date: 2002-09-22 10:21 pm (UTC)Is that a bad thing? *pout!*
You need to get out! Go forth. When and where is this RenFair, anyway?
Nosy, as usual
Re: La!
Date: 2002-09-22 10:26 pm (UTC)The Fair starts in a couple weeks, runs through the middle of November (I think?) and it's only an hour or so north of here.
Why? Wanna come down and visit one weekend?
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Date: 2002-09-25 03:08 am (UTC)