Thursday, August 21, 2014
my brain is full, my heart is sinking and i should go run in the rain.
i have been making lists. listening to the rain. writing words in lines. stacking them upon each other. the rain accelerates, the drops become louder inviting me to wash my soul, cleanse my wounds, catch a cold. my skin is itching for the beat of the silver water to fall. so different from the lulling bob of the ocean, or the lapping chlorine of a pool. this water is falling. swallowing me in its descent.
i am so very fucking alive. i am thinking about myself. my slow collision with destiny and the admonishments of my great grandmother. "never expect to be anything but ordinary."