Here comes the rain again...
I can feel it, in every sinew, in every nerve. My heart feels a heaviness and a lightness in the very same breath The unbearable lightness of being. This is it. I'm in love again, I think, and this uncertainty is so delirious... I want the answers now. I want the ending. But not at the cost of living the story. I want it all revealed so that the waves that are life, that wrack my being, subside, and therefore it must be real. I didn't think life gave one a chance to feel these feelings again, and again, and yet again... it is forgiving, if you let it be. It sounds pathetic to think that life rations out moments like these, but it doesn't, we do. Sometimes fate cracks that coconut of a thickening shell and lets us feel the raw temperature and pulse of life. And then the dreams that followed. Vivid, real... I've theorized, with conviction, that in order to really be a part of me, someone, or something, has to enter my dreams. I woke up several times, comic