and i know; this might not make sense to you.
but to me; it means the world of difference.
some people walk in the rain; others just get wet. -Roger Miller
i contemplated it today, but i decided no. i would not put my faith in film; i cannot capture rain. the sleets and sheets of it; imprints in the air, the pattern and sound of it as it hits the pavement; the feel of it as it is blown across your skin. luxurious, but film will do it no justice. it is beautiful, and the favourite part of my day is after the rain.
He who marries on a rainy day will be happy for the rest of his life is a french proverb. alluring idea but i cannot see the logic in this.
i ran in the rain today. my sneakers are soaked and my body is still cold. i wish for another chance for wild abandonment; imagine sitting in pouring rain, soaked to the skin. do it for fun, for the experience, and not because you're an emo kid with a razor and a broken heart.
said a friend to me: I want to live for moments that take your breath away.
But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say, What do you say?
i need stars. don't you? i need them to remind me that there is beauty in this world, despite the pain. to guide me and tell me where to go, to keep me alive, to renew every night my faith in miracles. i miss the stars.
some people walk in the rain; others just get wet. -Roger Miller
i contemplated it today, but i decided no. i would not put my faith in film; i cannot capture rain. the sleets and sheets of it; imprints in the air, the pattern and sound of it as it hits the pavement; the feel of it as it is blown across your skin. luxurious, but film will do it no justice. it is beautiful, and the favourite part of my day is after the rain.
He who marries on a rainy day will be happy for the rest of his life is a french proverb. alluring idea but i cannot see the logic in this.
i ran in the rain today. my sneakers are soaked and my body is still cold. i wish for another chance for wild abandonment; imagine sitting in pouring rain, soaked to the skin. do it for fun, for the experience, and not because you're an emo kid with a razor and a broken heart.
said a friend to me: I want to live for moments that take your breath away.
But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say, What do you say?
i need stars. don't you? i need them to remind me that there is beauty in this world, despite the pain. to guide me and tell me where to go, to keep me alive, to renew every night my faith in miracles. i miss the stars.