| Adrenaline |
[Mar. 22nd, 2008|10:02 am] |
The sun is out, it was supposed to be rainy and gray,..
My heart is still rushing and my ears ring,.. almost an hour of driving speakers from the guitar amp still pulse in my veins.
A moment of life when things are at their peak.
Like the crack of thunder in the forest when trapped out in a raging summer rain.
The roar of a barroom brawl when you know that you’ll be one of the last standing.
The vista of the climb as you are driving yourself deep into the soft vessel of a lover and the distinct hyper-venting of her peak feeds your own arc of passion
The rush of life, the sounds, smells and vision that makes life more than surviving.
Life, like the muse feeding the creative beast,.... |
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