#moon-shower

why does loving you hurt so good if I love you this much today I can’t imagine how I’ll feel tomorrow it’s hard to picture the future you in my arms every morning and loving you all the more it sounds like heaven, angel it’s something I’ve never known what am I to do if you feel like the rain and I am gleefully drowning in you

I’ve never been perfect, but I’ve always tried my hardest to be. and that counts for something, right?

when my mother wants something, she gets it. she knows this and crafts her paradise — bending the wills of the weaker with the same grace and ease as the wind guiding the leaves off the trees at the cool start of autumn. I’ve inherited my mother’s whims, or learned through her shaking of my branches, after 21 years with barely the lift of a finger how a tornado could uproot my whole life. three cats and chardonnay by La Seine if I wanted, yet all I wish for is lace, pearls, & a sky full of stars.

I never thought it’d end, but when it did, it felt like the ocean. a wave crashing on the shore at high tide, and as the water crept back I realized I’d been holding my breath. when it finally hit me, the tsunami flooded my whole town. I’ve been rebuilding ever since, but the flood brought sprouts and blooms I’d never seen before.

what am I to do if he feels like the rain beating down on my skin on a warm summer day? the way you always know that rain will come. sometime. some day. and when it does, it feels the same. the drops of water on your face in a random array, hard enough to know you’re feeling something, something real, but never too harsh. and you close your eyes and you take it in and you breathe a deep breath and you can feel the earth breathing with you too, and through her, the stars. what am I to do except pray to them, to the stars, in hopes they’ll guide me.