holiday

The holiday weekend is approaching and I should spend it alone. I'm afraid of that. I know it's what I should do, but I hate to spend it alone, you know. I can't afford to have the pain re-enter full force. I don't want to get back to dreaming of trains and bottomless wells. I've made strides. I need to keep myself focused on those. I want to go to the Fair, the Renaissance Festival, and I would like to get another tattoo. I would also like to go skydiving and eat some food at Broders or some sort of out-of-the-way place near a lake. I want to hike and to climb. I want to hug someone. I want to see some music and dance. I would love to dance. God, I want to dance. Someone needs to dance with me before I go nutty. Summer is coming to a close and I just want to listen to some good music, drink some good wine, and dance by a fire. It's funny how I long for the simplest of things.