I am swinging.
I feel the thick rubber material below me, uplifting my weight. I feel the cold chains that my hands are grasping. I am going high, even with the bars.
And it's then that I feel it, I feel safe, it's rejuvenating. Not that I am running from anything. It's just here in the air that I feel safe from what is eating at my thoughts. I continue to feel the heavy points of my body against the swing as I sway forwards and back. I begin to think of you, with your arms around me holding me. I love the feeling, I miss the feeling.
I love the sense of being thoughtless that the swings have given me but, the real comfort is when I am lying in your arms. I am incapable of thinking such things whenever I am close to your being. Every Time that I am near you it's like you tear away the thoughts and put them in my bag for later. I am glad I have you to protect me from the things within and without. You are mine, and there are no doubts.
-k.r.m.h
