outside my window it is pouring. all four windows in my apartment are open and the sky is full of water and power. powerful bolts of energy blasting my emotions.
sometimes i think i have it all together and i can go for a walk and pretend i am in that place where time stops and all is right. that place doesn't exist. i wish no one had ever told me that it did because i think i will always be looking for that place.
now i am happy. lightning and rain make me feel warm and serene on the inside. two of best friends are asleep in the adjoining rooms and artsy-folksy music is lightly flowing out of my headphones. Most of what i hear is the tip-tap of rain and the clicking of my own keys, along with the rushing thoughts in my head.
water does more than make the plants grow. i think it brings growth in my own head and soul every time i sit and listen to the rain and the weather.
there's bread in this coffee cup and it's not even mine.
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