West Coast Lana Del Rey & The Truth About Air & Water

I’m in the throes of writing and the finish line is visible and this song and singer inspire.



Are you ready? You think you are, but are you?


Here, my lovelies…a little something something to tide you over.

The greatest lines of the moment that seemingly write themselves from this amazing free-flowing stream of consciousness. Put here in my head and onto the “page” just to captivate and mark time. For you.

ExcerptThe Truth About Air & Water

Her agitation returns. She paces the room, kind of strutting the length between the living room and adjoining dining room. It’s sexy as hell. And all I can do is watch her move. I can no longer concentrate on anything else because I’m instantly captivated by her. Caught up in her presence. She moves through space as if she owns the atoms themselves, and they split upon her command. She is fusion. Nuclear. Cold.

Yet, she is so graceful and purposeful it makes me want to follow her wherever she goes. It’s not just a mental thing it’s more like a mind meld. I get her. I think she knows I get her, but neither of us can explain the why.

And then there’s the physical attraction. That’s a given. But there’s so much more to it than that. It’s everything about her from the melodic sound her voice makes that seems to have worked its way into my brain like the lyrics to a song. It’s the way her eyes metamorphose into different shades of green depending solely upon her mood in that given moment and being lucky enough to be the one who lives to see it.

She is living color, and I’ve been in a black-and-white world for far too long without her.

Powerful stuff. It surrounds me. I felt it since I first arrived. The forcefield of her. The magnetism of her. The power she wields over me. I’m alive again because of her, like a dying plant that finally gets some water. I’ve got it bad for this girl.

Reality dawns.

The light comes through the darkness and shines on me. 

She’s my water.

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Copyright © 2014 by Katherine Owen

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