I feel everything is wrong, blatantly mad, even the sky, which is blue but not clearly sad. In fact, in endless despair, the gloomy grays share vastly more in common with my better days.
Midnight rain drizzles into puddles filling cracks in the pavement, ripples dispersing lights reflected in them as if colors are dancing in tribute to the moon they will not see until they tire and become still. As déjà vu strikes another fiery soul for a purpose no one knows, not even the soul in repetition,… Continue reading Sleepless In…
How can I be anything more than someone in need of the rain? When there’s no one here beside me, no one to listen to my pain? If I speak to the clouds, maybe words will be captured in each drop. And they’ll spread out across the Earth, from sideways and bottom to top. She’ll… Continue reading Symbiosis
A picture from my school of work, taken with my 3.2 megapixel phone camera. I just love the lighted pathway under the brewing storm. When I stepped outside and saw this, I knew I was walking home. I enjoy walking in a storm.
In the distance is the mountain, its top concealed in clouds. With wings clipped never can I fly, so rest on my sorrows wonder why, wait to die. Out of sight, out of sense. Out of mind, out of march. Climb the mountain, reach the sky, paint the clouds, give this day its due, faltering… Continue reading Clipped