Tonight the sky is as I feel. It’s full of heavy clouds pouring out rain from their stores of varying capacities. The lesser light and heat of the countless stars and singular moon are being hidden… or hiding of their own accord… I can’t say.
If I stepped outside with the energy running high, running hot, could I become cleansed? All the memories that are ruled by the frown, of pain given and pain taken, of confusion and of guilt, of nightmares come true and dreams that died… all of it… would they lift off my skin and disappear in the steam, becoming one with the mist?
The rain continues, a drop here, buckets there.
How much I would like to find out….