Got soaked in the rain late last night. Loved it.
Ran in the lightening without a care in the world. Loved it.
When you’re going through a black, dark depression its the perfect balm for the soul.
To giggle, scream and run in the rain with old friends. Amazing.
But then I woke up again this morning.
Black. I saw black
And it wasn’t pretty
Happy for longer than a moment
That’s what I wanted most on my list.
Is it that excruciatingly impossible to achieve?
I’m finding hard to even hold on to the few nice moments and trip on them later.
Just before the rain last night the wind was playing with my hair.
Strange cold caresses.
I walked into and demanded “why why why” and all I got as an answer was a distant howl.
Dissing me. Laughing at me.
So I closed my eyes again and whispered
the words to that song that always creeps into my head
when I’m lonely on a beach but not quite alone.
Its getting harder and harder to keep believeing in those words.
But I need to cling on as hard as I can.
But then you can’t really clutch the breeze can you?
And you have no choice but to let her scream and laugh
and tug at your hair and kiss your neck
and whisper in your right ear
“its over for you…
all over”
???
I don’t get it