I wish I could hold on forever. Hold on to that nothingness that keeps me content when I have my arms rapped around the belly of someone that may or may not care. Care about what? I don't need to know, I don't really worry about all of that. All I know is that someday I will know, and that keeps me content in holding on to whatever 'that' is.
The rain beats down carelessly and courageously outside my window. Carrying the weight of a hundred of my thoughts and analogies. It seems as if it's getting heavier or harder, I am unsure of it's weight to be honest, I can only hear it… It's too late to look outside and see the shadows of the night lights that illuminate this side of my mind. Sure there are stars that are shining brightly out there somewhere. Maybe in Chicago right now, or maybe somewhere in the north west. However far away from the coast the sky needs to be to get away from this mess I am sure it's just as beautiful as the sound I am hearing. It's my favorite kind of music, sincerely it's the best I know. If I could review the rain I would have words to write for days. My eyes are heavy, and I think that's a key to rest them. But I am alone, and alone I can't suffer aloud. So I rewrite each word as if it's new to be used. Emotions only drawn on paper napkins, and replayed songs for no one to keep.
