"Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train
Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
If you're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart still beats . . . "
- Metric, "Help I'm Alive" {Album: Fantasies}
I have yet to meet a jellyfish, have yet to experience free fall, have yet to sing on a mountaintop, or smile and actually mean it wholeheartedly. Actually, scratch that. Maybe once I have. Have yet to actually devour a five course meal {though that plan is currently in motion}, or have an adrenaline rush. Never have I lost complete control over my body {possibly} or seen love through my eyes. Not felt, mind you, seen. It's quite different.
Rambling's a favorite of mine, it is. Take you, for example. I bet you ramble loads. Everyone does, it's what we do best. Today I walked outside for the first time in a long time. I smiled at a man, who gave me a proper sly look and went off. In between inhalations of chilled January air and smoky, warm puffs I stared up at the sky. Funny, isn't it? This small world we live in.
I adore raspberries and ice cream sandwiches. And ballerinas who lose their sanity by feeling perfect in every way possible.
