I realized something the last days. While watching Cihan play and mix music, everything from house to Minimal, to RnB, while I watch his hands work the machines with feeling as guide, when he longs for the ultimate machine on internet I find myself longing for a smell. Longing for the weight of a halter in my hand, longing for the feeling in my knees when I push to get up on the back.
But also, I can't stop stop missing her smell, our ritual when I would take in to the stable. Sometimes I even do the sound I did to call her, silent of course, more silent than I did when she actually called her. I miss her, like you miss the love of your life, like you miss someone you can't pıcture your life without. I'm not dreaming of her anymore, but if I try really hard I can still smell her, the almost sweet smell of her nose mixed with hay and grass. Gosh, I never thought it would be like this. I still know her rythm, her bounce. I know, it's been more than a year, I should have moved on and I did in a way but she is still my weakness. My heart, my air, My Anemone.
Though, I can,t say how high I would be if I could get that sof neck in my hands, Natasha's stumbling under me, and the small things. The feeling of the right switch in canter... OOOOSH, give it to me! Just the feeling, the high few things can compare with. The feeling of being enough and good at what you're doing, the high of teamwork with someone who can,t understand what you say with words but with your muscles.
Girls, have fun where you are, I heard it's a good place
Girls, have fun where you are, I heard it's a good place
Trabzon is good, I like it here. I thought I would loose more of my swedish but I don,t think I did that yet, my mind speaks English and so does my dreams. I'll give some pics, just because... No reason!