Jul. 27th, 2012

whatawaytoburn: ([Words] Won't sleep for days)
So, I am still alive, in case anyone was wondering. I know I've been utter rubbish at posting/commenting but I have been reading, I swear.

I'm in New York and have been for the past few weeks now. I leave Next Saturday which is depressing but the following Thursday, I get Morgan until the next Tuesday, so it could be much worse.

I don't have pictures or anything because I forgot to bring my camera but I've seen wildlife! Certainly more than one sees in Florida anyway. Or at least more than I see which admittedly isn't saying much.

Writi9ng is...coming along. I've written for [community profile] kink_bingo and I only have one more square left. If I'm really lucky, I'll hit it before I leave for home, if not it's no big deal.

Beyond that, there've been scattered handfuls of writing here and there, both fandom and original which has been nice.

I saw Avengers in theaters a couple Fridays ago which was AWESOME! There is so much love in my heart for that movie, I don't even know WHY. It is brilliant times though. I still need to properly watch all the movies leading UP to Avengers but I look forward to doing it.

(For those of you who will understand this: The little one is stoked.)

And uhm....I think there are other things I've meant to say but they've all gone out of my head. *sigh* Hopefully this will get me back in the swing of commenting/posting on a regular basis and, if not, at least posting enough to let people know I am alive.
whatawaytoburn: ([Misc[ Storm's coming)
Notes: This came from thinking about Goblin Markets and parades and dancing in the streets. I don't know. I feel like I need an excuse for this one but I feel like that is counter-intuitive to the writing itself. *shakes head* Who knows.

What do we need?

Passion!

When do we need it?

Now!

What do we need?

Love!

When do we need it?

Now!

What do we need?

And it goes on and on, chanting and cheering a whopping into the sky. You dance with your firends, with people you've never met. You cry out to the cluds about healing and love and hope.and joy. You cry and dance and sing it to the world around you.

because that's what the world needs right now. It needs healers and hopers and dreamers and believes.

It needs storytellers and singers and creators of all kinds.

It needs people to dance on top of it, shake the ground with the stoping of their feet. it needs hearts racing, hands in the air, shouts of joy and laughter. It needs people like you and people like the ones you love and people like the curious onlookers and people who are being more than curious.

It needs so much and you can't give it all yourself, so you grab the nearest prson who is simply standing and you kiss them on the cheek, tell them they are beautiful and twirl away. You hope to everything they pass along the little bit of joy, the delight and happiness you tried to send to them.

You hop it infects them and it spreads like a virus. You ant to infect the world with the way you feel, with the joy and wonder and brilliant light inside you.

Someone near by wears a fox mask and you giggle as they meet with someone else who wears a coyote face instead of their own. You think it's beautiful, the way they dance together in the street, how they shed their human skin for a while in place of something else.

You wish you'd thought to bring a mask but all you've done is write on yourself, scripted out words that make you happy, words of comfort and desire and words that leave you nearly delerious with joy.

You move through the crowd, watching it, as it moves down the street, people spilling everywhere, spreading out into shops and resterautns. It's like blood, like water, like the rushing of emotion once the walls have been knocked down.

And you think to yourself "Yes, yes. I could live like this. I could exist here, in this momentk, for the rest of time."

And although you know yo9u can't, although you know that time will pass and the world will change and people will take of their masks and pretty clothes, you can still chant to yourself, you can still tell the strangers they are beautiful. You can still dance.

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