my feet smell awful

it's because I made a movie all day.

But in that making I ran around underground for hours and sweat and sweat and worked and played my butt off. It's the time of your life, to act in a movie. You should try it sometime. It leaves you with bruises on your hip, cuts on your toes, a stomach ache an an inappropriate fear of Beagles, all in a day's work.

But it doesn't mean I don't wish I were cuddled up somewhere not here, wrapped around the love of my life with the sounds of the river lulling me into a peaceful night's sleep. The white stars fresh in the black summer sky. The smell of pine and dried river weeds, wetted by my loving heart.

But I have no choice yet. There's so many plans, so much "I'm gonna" that I feel uncomfortable. I feel pregnant with unsung adventure. The summer is looming so heavily, so close to my shoulders and spine, but I have to finish my underground sweaty escapade!

But still, the mountains and meadows call my name, year round but moreso now when I'm cooped up on an early July's latenight wishing I were roaming the country shirtless and but a pack to claim my livelihood.

But, nothing. She will see, that I am actually a wanderer and not some city boy destined for anything but the greatness and last hurrahs of nature's Pure Exquisite Freedom. I love her. So I will show her that I am forever a boy with a heart tied to the winds
of these young, restless peaks
the grand, archaic spires
the rushed, sweeping canyon rivers,
the crystal lakes,
brilliant stars,
iced mountain air,
tepid sweltering vultured valley,
ebbing, flowing oceans,
nighttime foggy wondrous Life
that keeps it all for me but spills the nothingness
everywhere and leaves me breathing..
breathing.. I want to breath with her

that's who I am, a child who
wants nothing more
than someone
to eat dinner with

this rant is uneditedly pleasant
I need to do this more often.
I'm in love with a girl
who has changed my life for the best.

The End.