Tuesday, April 21, 2009
tonight, i sat in my car in the parking lot until i felt cold. and then i put on my coat. the stereo has a crackle, circular, in waves. less and then more, then gone, and then again. listening to songs that remind me of the past. it's raining. it's always raining when i feel something. threads tangled up with no ends. every raindrop i've ever felt, stretching in a line, a river, then a flood; wanted and unwanted. tonight watching the rain is like so many others.