Campfyre Stories

It’s such a subjective term.  The first thought that probably comes to most minds is the act of physical dance, gyrating to a soul-moving beat, but for me, it goes so much beyond that.

Dancing is the ultimate metaphor.  It is often used to describe certain conversational aspects (dancing around a subject) but it can also be used to indicate romantic or sexual overtures or even to describe more mundane things.  I think that playing music can be a dance.  It’s a dance of your fingers over the fretboards or your dancing voice, trilling up and down the scale.  Dancing can be the simple act of walking down the street in time to an imaginary rhythm.
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Entirely bored.  Logged into my game, played for an hour…  got bored with that.  Tried reading, couldn’t concentrate, gave up.  Cleaned the house yesterday, so that’s done…  still cold and snow outside, so there’s no place to go even if we went out.
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I’ve been preoccupied lately.  In part with things that I’ve already written about here, but also about random things that stop in my mind and stay for a while…

This song has been one of few consistently stuck in my head for a while.  That and my favorite Anthem song are the two I’ve been bouncing back and forth between. 

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…like when I try to send hidden messages to people in the hopes of not obsessing only to find myself in a situation even more conducive to obsessive wondering and “what ifs”.  It’s a new year now and I don’t feel like anything has changed for the better.  I’m exhausted all the time from the insane hours I’m working, I’ve confused the hell out of myself by trying to find a little clarity and I’m feeling more and more lonely (romantically?  sexually?) as the days go by.
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