Wildness

I am sure I'm going crazy. Right now, my wild mood is on me. To replace the fact that I can't go anywhere, my fingers are typing as fast as possible to ease the tension. I wrote a poem, too, that I'm not going to publish, and thankfully that has eased it a little.

It's that horribly wonderful time when I have an almost uncontrollable urge to fling open the door and run down the street and not stop until I find some howling wind or some dashing waves to slap against my face and make me stagger with cooling power or to spray my face and fill my ears with mighty roaring.

I hate it at 9pm! I hate it in the middle of Walsall with nowhere to go! I hate feeling this way, shaking like this, and I can't go crazy! Why does life have to be such a pretense of formality!!

I'm restless and wild and I can't stay still! I want to run anywhere instead of sitting here letting my fingers do the running for me!

I'm shaking right now. I long to run somewhere, anywhere, nowhere, wild and free!! Come with me!

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  1. Purpose Proposed Wednesday, February 09, 2011 10:02:00 pm

    Haha Jane is Wild! :D...

    THE WILD JANE
    ...Once upon a time..
    The wind was howeling that night in Walsall. Some where in a distance a baby let out a cry, which was muffled by the sound of the wind. Jane sat at her desk, her eyes paced the room looking for somehwere to excape to, but nothing looked promising. Her blood was boiling, and deep inside she longed to break from her cage. Jane's eyes darted to her window, the street was shinning as a full moon sparkled against the pavement. For an instant she let her gaze stick, then she darted...to the front door. Jane set her fingers on the door handle, her wrist was shaking..."Should I do it?" "should I venture"? It didn't take much deciding...Jane never depended much on her patience..not even on a sane night. But tonight, was not like other nights, Tonight Jane wouldn't let her proper ways, tie her down. She flung open the door, no sooner had she down this, than her feet his the ground outside at lightening speed...Jane ran. Her fire red hair blew straight behind her, her skirt tore a slit, her feet hammered the side walk as she raced...On an on she went, where she was going she did not know..nor did she care. Soon she was passing other people's houses..when she came flying past one of the home's windows a man started out at her, his eyes wid in terror. Jane was on the loose. Not often would she do such a thing as this, but once in a blue moon, Jane was known to go wild. Wild, as in the wildness of a "wild animal", wild; as in "crazy". This man knew this, and crumbled in fear...Whenever Jane went crazy, you never knew what she would do. The man fainted and fell to the floor. Jane ran on. Her legs like that of engines, her arms swinging wildly. Out of control, she continued her romp. At Another home she passed by another fellow was sitting at his kitchen table, he had just pulled out a coke from his fridge (ice box). Jane slowed as she seen him from a distance. She came right up to his window, leaned against the window panes, smiled and licked her lips. The man seen her staring at him and was seriously frightened. The man screamed at the sight of Jane's face. In his mind Jane's smile appeared more like the sight of a wild beast baring it's teeth at him,ready to attack him, and in his horror he dropped his drink and fled up a staircase to his bedroom. Jane picked up speed again. Nothing would stop her now. She ran on and on, feeling freer by the moment.Jane ran all through Walsall, and on through England, untill Jane reached the sea. At at the sea side Jane stoped...she lifted up her head to bask in the moon light, and opened her mouth to exclaim how beautiful it looked, but instead what came out was a long howl. Jane howled at the moon. The nearby village shook in fear, liitle children wandered to their parents bed rooms and asked "what is that sound?" Their parents shook their heads and told them it must be the wind.
    Yet, One Aunt told her niece "It is the Wild Jane Woman"...she is known to some-times come to these parts, and howl at the edge of the sea. She comes for freedom...for she is not tame." - After tucking in her little niece she went back into her bed and tried to go back to sleep but the image of the Wild, careless, crazed, Jane women stuck in her head. She tossed in her bed...knowing after all...that the Jane she talked of to her niece was actually her.
    And quietly she finished her story to herself. "Jane returned to her cage, and as if she had never been missing, slipped into bed, tucked in her little neice and drifted off to sleep...Jane gave her window a last glance, and smirked..."Till next time" she whispered. And let herself fall into a dream...the sound of her snoring filled the room...:D

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  2. ZacTuesday, February 15, 2011 6:36:00 am

    Sometimes I feel the same way, and I usually go to typing to, for some strange reason. Your hands tremble, and it feels like your very being is shaking with energy it can't get out.

    @purpose purposed: nice story haha!

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  3. Jane JohnsonWednesday, February 16, 2011 1:38:00 am

    Zac: That's precisely it! I just long to run wild and free!

    *grins at Lindi* Girl, you have it pretty much accurate.

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