I usually hate the rain, but I find a strange consolation in the raging thunderstorm outside.
Tonight on the way home from work, I walked in the rain without using my umbrella (which was on my arm the whole time), without caring about my hair, without a care in the world.
It was very cathartic.
I haven;t been writing lately, and as much as I want to give the perennial excuse (too tired, too busy, nothing going on) none of them are valid excuses for neglecting this side of myself. You can;t call yourself a writer if you don’t write, right? (ha ha)
I have started reading again, and I wrote a poem a few days ago….I teared up when I was finished. I think it’s one of my best, even if it’s slightly plagiarized and kind of unoriginal.
I saw my BFF’s status on Myspace today: “Lost”….and I totally understand.
I have been lost myself, since I;ve come back over a year ago.
I am finding my way out of the deep, dark forest….I think I see a crack of light just over the thicket of trees.