My Nirvana

Ranger let me drive. A Vette. On his highway. Round n round. Flyin. Huggin the curves. *sigh* Simply beautiful. That feeling...the acceleration, the g-force as you hug the curves, while at the same time you're calculating every bump and shift of the powerful animal that surrounds you. Fuckin' Nirvana.

At least My Nirvana.

My blood races through my veins.

Like slick sweet fire.

My hands grip the wheel.

A bitchy battle for control and dominance.

We race the wind.

To sail.

To fly.

To be.

Everything drops away.

An effortless scattering,

Of emotional, logical and practical dust.

A deafening silent scream of victory.

Explodes from within.

As my soul finds freedom.

And I am at peace.

With the world.

With myself.

Long after the moment is gone.

That cry of release will still echo through me.

I breathe the purity of life's essence.

I fight the demand to surrender and close my eyes.

To simply bask in the cool slice of heat.

That pulses wildly within me.

Again and again.

The power to tame.

A crush of force.

Freedom's blazing flame.

Nirvana.

I am this.

Only this.

For a moment.

I am alive.

I am simply me.

-K.