a sunday drive through a rainy paradise (VIDEO)

driving at the speed limit, today. not that it matters. so many palm trees in the cemetery. the dead must feel like they’re in paradise. but not today. most days they’ll soak up the sun, and enjoy a cool breeze…or a balmy evening. but not today. today, they’ll enjoy a cold chill with heavy winds and rain. all day. they’ll enjoy some visitors chasing wind-blown umbrellas through the headstones and name plates across the field. but when the storm runs out of rain and wind…and things are more calm, it…

the convenience of insanity and loneliness

    the moment you hear their laughter and see their smiles love passes by in full speed. and, when they’re gone, loneliness weigh you down. heavy and in slow motion. and with love’s circumstances, you feel numb. you hear a clock ticking. you’ll hold on to forgotten breaths. and, then melancholia intrudes. it harbors doubts. yet, you’ll find your own way through a muted, stagnant gloom. and with all your knowledge you’ll make your own light. but you’ll sense slow movements as you teeter and, sometimes you hear a comforting ring. and you stare at the telefone.…

it’s better than thinking. drowning.

it’s happier, drowning in the rain. submerging your thoughts. pushing them down. running. it’s better than thinking… it’s happier moments. the scent of the earth and the trees saturated… the rain is comfort when you run with it. the puddles… well, that’s another thing. that’s playful and carefree. and, at the same time, it’s lonely and messy. dodge puddles when able. (or jump in one and say ‘oops!’ when you ‘accidentally’ splash someone.) the wet clothes… well, that’s the fun part. and the messy part and… …well, the part where…

day 7 – breathing (341)

this morning… i’m not a fan of the shorter days. everyone knows this. i lose motivation and ambition and i never seem to see the light right away. I don’t’ necessarily feel like my ship is sinking. it just takes me a little longer to see the better side of things. i’m not negative, but i have to work hard and make an effort to move a little faster  for me. but on these short days when the rains come… it’s smells like a fresh start. something about the rain…