bubble

i’m worried and fucking terrified yet somehow bursting at the rib cage with what i am fairly certain is love of some ilk. and believe it or not, i feel ‘happy’ around 80% of the time (approximately). Presently, i am feeling a little rushy-buzz zap when i listen to a certain band reasonably loud and simply dance, meaning moving body parts and perhaps jumping here and there. i felt the toast-roasty warm fizz in my guts this morning upon finding a fallen banskia flower on the footpath. it was fever-pink, i picked it up and twirled between my fingertips before keeping it my pocket. free colour, texture and scent - a priceless moment. i also get the whir when i walk through streets looking up. have you tried this? tree tops, architecture, clouds, all moving with your eye gaze will giddy you into a dizzy rumble. could spot a birds nest – if you’re lucky. i did. it was giant. i stared at it for a very long time, because i’m not in a rush.