bone
– n.
any
of the separate parts of a vertebrate skeleton
crack
– n., v., a., & adv.
sudden
sharp noise; split or rift not extending far enough to break thing into fragments,
mark or fissure caused by this; performer
A
play-by-play of my thoughts and their reactive bone-cracks:
Natural
warmth. Summer. That spicy breeze that used to bound through the Plunkett
street house with the desire to entice us onto the balcony and away from
work/study/the mundane. No pants, no shoes, no worries. Ice-blocks and
iced-tea. Knowing that whatever stretch I’d like to do, I can just do, because
the elements have already warmed up my muscles and heightened my flexi. Staying
in your towel longer than you need to after you’ve finished in the shower,
because you can. And because it feels good. And because you wanna. Salad for
dinner and vodka soaked watermelon for dessert. Chilled. Blissed out. Tanned
skin. Sea-battered hair.
Neck
crack. Both directions. Easy and delightful.
Trying
to do a penche against the wall and realising I can still get nice and close
but also realising I definitely cannot hold it. Choreographing a floor sequence
in the lounge-room and getting confused when doing it an open space sans the
furniture. That gob smacked moment when the advanced Bikram yoga teacher shoves
his leg in the air. Getting a bit too excited while listening to Flume on my
iPod, waiting at the station for le train and smashing out a few choice moves
before catching curious glimpses from the other train-waiters. Damn. Did the
cute boy see that dorky display? Damn…Oh well.
Hip
crack. Quick, deep, and loud - don’t be gross, it’s the bones!
Surprises
and unexpected occurrences rolled into one. Knowing that when some people are
hurt, it breaks your heart more than anything else ever has or will. Juxtaposed
with seeing someone so happy, your heart soars more than you ever dreamed it would.
Connection. Family. The ever-present
comfort of home.
Toes
crack. Fingers crack. Simple & clean & calming.
High
heels. High concentration. High level of perception and analytical skills
pushed high on the list of things to do, essays to finish, readings to read,
work to work, people to ask, places to seek, floors to clean, calls to make,
lists to tick, habits to kick.
Ankle
crack. On the floor. Front of foot. Probably not healthy but my god it feels
good.
Wait,
I’ll get it. Yep, I can get it. Let me just reach. Up. There. Hold on (gets on
tip-toes).
Achilles
crack. Weakness. Whatevs.
I
wonder if my leniency toward most things floral says something about me as a
person? Perhaps I’m a sap. For sure a sap.
Yes
to honey in the tea.
I
really need to re-fold my knits; the disorder is annoying.
Why
would someone do an incredibly good job of driving a person away, to then turn
around and pop up out of nowhere? It’s a bit contradictory. Silly child.
Vanilla
candle vs. incense - discuss.
The
mane is awfully clean today. Good job.
I
would like some of those Aztec jeans LinLin made. What a little superstar.
Yeah.
Oh. That rain is quite soothing.
Breath.
Sternum
crack. Unnatural but releases tension and does so of it’s own accord. More like
a pop of the bone really.
Do
not be afraid to: seek your dreams. Speak your truth. Live your life. And
always hold to the goodness in your heart.
Spine
crack. Bam.
LOVE YA GUTS X
