#1may2016

There is a difference between being selfish and caring for yourself and I no longer think either are wrong.

Can the rain drown out my thoughts?

What am I? What am I other than a burden? A protagonist? A selfish, selfless human being?

I am always waiting for something. I realize now that I am always waiting for someone too... always the ones who are able to change the direction of the plot.

They always take her side.

I am the one who puts insects back outside. I am the one who believes that if you do not want something, you should send it home, rather doing harm. I think people should do that more often, with other people too.

I want to go, but on the other side, is a vacant home. There is no end on a sphere. There is no end to a globe.

I'll forget who I am again by tomorrow morning.