ennuiwarrior

Its not exacly what I was aching for. Lord knows it could have been more satisfying. But after several months I felt like a starved man.
It was that weird feeling you get walking back to your car, late at night, alone and buzzed from the cigarettes and beer. The radio is too loud. The streets are really silent, a light rain covers the roads in a sheen of water which reflects the streetlights and catches the moonlight in between. None of the songs are really doing it for you, so you just shut off the radio and sing to yourself all the way home.
Its like that, but you are being pushed rather than pushing. For a few moments things are moving around you at a pace where you think, "this could be peace".
Maybe this was your feeling, but tonight its mine. I'm driving home, I'm alone, and I'm going in the right direction. Even if it is just for this moment, at least I know what it feels like.