bring on the rain
i have been in love with the weather these past few days.
the rain is absolutely beautiful. it makes me want to write. so i do. writing with thunder to back it up really is the only way to go. there's something so, i want to say primal, i want to say primitive, but those are the wrong words, just something feels so basic, so inherently obvious about the inspirations that come through during storms. in things i write i find myself falling back to the idea of the rain cleansing me, from the inside out.
i think the clearest in the rain.
i sleep better when it rains.
i love to kiss people in the rain, really kiss people, intensely, passionately.
it really is the only way to go.
but the storms have faded for now, and with it has gone my muse. but she'll return, and when she does i'll be ready.
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there was one amazing rugby game that my old team played during my junior year that i'll never forget. the weather had been sketchy all day, but towards the end of the game the skies opened. the rain was apocalyptic, it was a crazy, blinding, warm rain. everyone was soaked, my grey shirt looked black by the end of it. i don't remember if we won or lost even, i think we won, but i remember the rain.
i found a picture that was taken right after the game ended:
left to right: tyler, kim, the Havoc woman is from another team, diana, and me (with no glasses and short hair, looking as boyish as ever)
good times.
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other good times are when i can't sleep, am bored out of my skull at 4 a.m. and messing with photoshop:
suicide by cigarettes
and lastly, just because it needs to be known:
the rain is absolutely beautiful. it makes me want to write. so i do. writing with thunder to back it up really is the only way to go. there's something so, i want to say primal, i want to say primitive, but those are the wrong words, just something feels so basic, so inherently obvious about the inspirations that come through during storms. in things i write i find myself falling back to the idea of the rain cleansing me, from the inside out.
i think the clearest in the rain.
i sleep better when it rains.
i love to kiss people in the rain, really kiss people, intensely, passionately.
it really is the only way to go.
but the storms have faded for now, and with it has gone my muse. but she'll return, and when she does i'll be ready.
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there was one amazing rugby game that my old team played during my junior year that i'll never forget. the weather had been sketchy all day, but towards the end of the game the skies opened. the rain was apocalyptic, it was a crazy, blinding, warm rain. everyone was soaked, my grey shirt looked black by the end of it. i don't remember if we won or lost even, i think we won, but i remember the rain.
i found a picture that was taken right after the game ended:
left to right: tyler, kim, the Havoc woman is from another team, diana, and me (with no glasses and short hair, looking as boyish as ever)
good times.
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other good times are when i can't sleep, am bored out of my skull at 4 a.m. and messing with photoshop:
suicide by cigarettes
and lastly, just because it needs to be known: