Randomosity

It's late and I should be sleeping. Too bad I've got a song pumping through my brain that makes me wish it was summer so I could dance in the sun.
I want to create something. I want to push this energy from my hands and have something take shape underneath them. Create something that is more than breath and tears and words, but something that is made of heart, heat and soul.
I feel like I just might be going insane. That somehow I will get lost in the riptide of words and feelings, and suddenly my head will go under. I will be driven mad, like poor lost Pip in Moby Dick.
 I wish I could sing, I wish I could shout. I wish I could push these words from my lungs and my fingers and call you all to listen to what I want to say. I wish I could make you listen. I wish I could pour my words in your ears, until they leak out of your mouth, and your eyes. I wish, I wish, I wish, as all the falling stars come raining down onto the fabric of the horizon.
It's almost two in the morning on a cold winter's night, but I'm dreaming of spring and sunshine. I'm dreaming of your smiling face in a certain slant of light and I know this is how I will see you always. Time and tides will change the earth, but this is how you'll remain.