There’s something about silence —
the way I fall into it.
Like coming home,
it beckons —
and I feel it’s embrace.
like a river —
and I fall into it.
It’s depressing –
It’s dark –
and it’s only 6:00
Is it really just the clouds? the overcast?
It feels like it’s coming up on 9 pm – not just 6:00
(and here is the 3rd rain of the day)
Wish I was in my apt.
Everything feels different – better – in my apt.
I miss my windows –
my upstairs view on the world
I constantly miss my apt.
Making popcorn. Popcorn’s a cheerful food, right? A cheering up food.
~ and the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down ~