perfect moments
i got out of art class today, and it was pouring down rain.
so i hopped on my bike and rode back to my room.
and something about those few moments was amazingly comforting.
because all i could feel was warm rain running down my arms and legs and face
and when i got back i walked around barefoot in the puddles
and ive never felt so free in my life.
or so alone.
(butnotthe.lonely.kind.thekindwhere.nothing.in.theworld.could.disturb.you)
i saw people running and holding umbrelllas and scrambling to cover their hair.
and all i wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs and tell them to stop for two seconds and INDULGE
because no one does that anymore
(i had on my white cloth mary janes, and i was really happy because they needed to be washed, and they werent going to see the washing machine anytime soon.)