Gravity is not the only force at work in this world

Some things make me really ecxtatic...

Like running in the park early, when I realize the birds are back.
Like plotting my escape.
Like rediscovering eye makeup (I feel like this is a reoccurent Peggy post trauma theme?!?)
Like making globetrotting plans.
Like realizing I don't have to.
Like realizing I can.
Like finding Czech pop music randomly on Mytunes at 2 AM.
Like expressing myself in Spanish.
Like speaking Russian for three days straight.
Like getting people to answer to me in said languages.
Like getting emails from a life abandoned.
Like discovering certain people really didn't hate you back in the day.
Like waking up to torrential rain.
Like practicing in Seitz, god, the accoustics.
Like being hopefull, maybe.
Like buying shit.
Like sitting outside in the rain talking under the eaves.
Like...

Las cosas que vendran...

"music was my refuge. i could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to the lonliness."-maya angelou

there is mayhem afoot. things are going far too pleasantly to be real.

i'm off to town for a set up. its kind of sunny. i got my first paycheck in almost 2 years. i have a new plan of escape, but SHHHH its a SECRET. i have a new piece of music to bang out. i haven't completely killed my knees yet, so the endorphin fits may continue. i think i figured out the late in the day jags.

who tore open my universe?