there are knots in my shoulders and knots in my heart. it is raining and the sound is cathartic and urgent as it spills onto our overhanging and onto the cobblestone underneath. because the knots in my heart are untangling themselves, and the increasingly awful grating sound it makes with each successive untangling serves as an emotional filter for the sounds i hear. the rain is agitated and restless, angry and irregular. labored release of great tension inside leaves me weak and tired, like the sound of retreating rain postponing its parting because it doesn't know how to bow out gracefully. doesn't know how to end this conversation. awkward. like a reluctant afterthought, cold leftovers on the kitchen counter, last-ditch decompression, or lethargic and noncommittal echoes of my dis-empowering hindsight
blessed rest, happy rest, i am on my way
sidenotes;
also this post had very little meaning, except for the vague mood i wanted to convey at 3am in the morning. /being a melodramatic and sleep deprived writer
i am so blessed. like sweet rain on my heart, a resolute hand on my back
this week is full of ridiculous shenanigans. like bureaucratic and distant adults in the university system. also sleep deprivation