Sunshine

There's one man, he's like the wishful thinking in my life, I see so, and he's like the wine on the weekend...

A smile and wave, a slight chuckle at my backwards side comments, and dreams that go in every direction.

A giddy, drunken, happy feeling, the world whirling around me, full of life, full of light.

And it's the excitement that comes before a huge summer storm, the whole atmosphere full of anticipation, full of electricity.

And though he is like the sea and it's right he be so, if I hold tight he'll wash over me...

Don't wait, don't stop, don't think about it – we are disasters, and full of mistakes like we ought to be, and I will be one for you, too.

Another drink, another dance, another time around, whirling, twirling, dizzy up the girl.

I can feel everything, I hold my hands open to the sky in order to catch the rain, I close my eyes to feel the wind and the sunlight, and pluck apart my fingers sticky from the tree sap, I am alive.

There's one girl I like she's a smile on a Monday, and she'll fight to stay so...and she's like the sun on the weekend.

Confusion, oh how it leads to irony, and discovery, and experiments that are going nowhere, going everywhere, going, going, gone.

It was a split second of sunlight, a frisbee that just flew right between my open hands, and yet still joy, still freedom.

And you are joy, you are freedom, and we will all become anchored through confusion, we will sort out what is right as we move past what was wrong, and we will help each other in this, our battle.

And though she is like the sea and she's right to be so, still I like that she sails with me...

It's a beautiful kite designed like a dragon, and it soars, flies, escapes on the air currents, tied down to the earth in your hands, by one tiny string – insignificant, and yet everything.

It's a sailboat with a sunfish on its sail, catching the salty breeze, the soul of the ocean, the pirate inside all of us, and the sea our church, our refuge.

And how they interact, they dance, the sea and the wind, and we – caught in the inbetween – revel in both, understanding nothing, and hoping for everything.

Didn't we all break down, didn't we all fake, isn't it alright now, didn't we all break out...

And it was our jail, nuestra jaula, the bars were wintry clouds, the cold floor slick with ice, with fallen leaves packed beneath it, treacherous and lonely.

With a brave face and a quieted soul, we trudged about, learned our perimeters, etched out our time on the walls.

But now, oh freedom! how we have fled and realized that there are no bars to hold us, no ice to plague our skipping laughter across the sound waves, the colors catching sunshine and the flowers' victorious return.

There's one man so bright he blocks the light, and he'll always be so...he's like no sleep on the weekend.

You will overpower me, overpower my senses, I will go crazy in the attempt to understand, my veins poisoned with beauty and passion and vitality.

The negative space will be the positive life, the composition will be the clarity, and the rule of thirds will be the rule of excellence – nothing less, nothing diminished, our life will demand greatness.

This is an existence of art, of dance, of music, sound, souls and singing, of everything important – of art for art's sake – la vie boheme.

And though he is like the sea and he's right to be so, when I hold tight I sink down deep...

It's a deep breath, count to three two one, and a plunge into the dark cold of the ocean far beneath this exhilaration, waiting quietly with patience and joy and a readiness for motion.

It's holding on and letting go of everything, an explosion, a scream from the bottom of a canyon, and satisfaction at the peak of everything, the epicenter of where we go from here, of right now.

It's a calm, but an excitement, a patience, and the inability to sit still, it's a shift in the world, a change in your blood, the beginning the end the middle the start of it all.

Didn't we all break down, didn't we all fake, isn't it alright now, didn't we all break out...

Drop it – the fear, the spook reaction that keeps you looking out the blinds, over your shoulder, listening at every turn – this is easier than you think, just go, just go.

There are no games to play, there is no need for double-speak, be you, drop it, drop this façade that we all think society looks for in us – YOU ARE SOCIETY – what do you want?!

A backless dress to display full back tattoos, elegance redefined, a shift in how we see beauty, how we see each other, how we see ourselves, this world is ours, it's ours.

And though we are like the sea and it's right we be so, we could chase tails all the years I've been given...

Do not waste this, because this, and you, and us, and them, everything – this is beauty.

Song: Sea Song, by Lisa Hannigan