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Thursday, March 19, 2009

Adventures

I wanna have the same last dream again,
the one where I wake up and I'm alive.
Just as the four walls close me within,
my eyes are opened up with pure sunlight.
I'm the first to know,
my dearest friends,
even if your hope has burned with time,
anything that's dead shall be re-grown,
and your vicious pain, your warning sign,
you will be fine.
Here we go, life's waiting to begin.
Any type of love - it will be shown,
like every single tree reach for the sky.
If you're gonna fall,
I'll let you know,
that I will pick you up
like you for I,
I felt this thing,
I can't replace.
Where everyone was working for this goal.
Where all the children left without a trace,
only to come back, as pure as gold,
To recite this all.
Hey, here I am,
and here we go, life's waiting to begin.
Tonight ...

Angels and Airwaves

Mezoo!

He came strolling up filled to the brim with self-importance like the skies had told him so and he believed it.I was trying to warn him not to wake everyone. Grandmother needed her beauty sleep and would throw something at him if he disturbed it.
He ran right at me scooping me up in his arms and spinning me around. He almost caught my skirt on fire when he half stepped into the embers sending them crackling and sparkling into the air.

You are much too serious tonight.

I was trying to bat him off me but it had to have been hard to take me seriously since I was laughing so hard. It was only a half hearted attempt anyway. It was nice there in his arms. Close enough to inhale the scent of him and feel his breath. It felt like it took mine.

All the noise did wake Imke up from his nap where he had been under the edge of my skirt. He sprang to life, climbing right up the warrior's leathers and holding on for dear life by the ends of that sleek black hair.

Get your crazy jit before he pulls all my hair out.

It felt like silk under my fingertips when I brushed a strand from his cheek then I buried a boot toe into his shin.

Don't hurt him, you big brute!

I couldn't help laughing. It was just contagious. Imke was laughing, He was laughing and I was too. The warrior was still turning circle with his celebration of life and trying to get a hold on the jit swinging from his hair.

What has you in such a good mood?

We are moving south. I can't find a reason not to be in a good mood.

A motion to come let me check out that hard head of his and make sure most of the hair was still attached was firm and direct.

You're bossy this evening.

Yeah and you are funny.

His hand slid into min without guile and mine met it without any reservation.

Come with me to the first fires.

Oh now I tried to argue my way out of that. They are all serious and sour faced. I even tried to show him my version of the elders and that look. It wasn't swaying his courage one bit.

You need to be more adventurous. Ah, come on Mez.

A Tuchuk male doesn't know the word please but the sleen puppy look in their eyes, the petulant catch of lip and that sort of soft drop in tone spells it in the air. It took two of my strides to keep up with just one of his and I realized I was smiling at the notion that I would always be trying to keep up with him.

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