Rainiest of Mays and I'm walking home in the rain, again, and the wind is so strong it pushes my umbrella inside out and my bags are so heavy I have to stop four times to shift their weight and rest my hands, all the while juggling an umbrella that won't right itself, and I walked these same streets drunk and in the fog just days ago, and everything seemed different back then because right now I'm crying and I don't know why and all I want is for the sun to come back and for it to feel like real May again and all I want is to hear real words and to be hugged at the end of it all.
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Well...like we say around my neck of the woods. "It could be worse...it could be snowing."
But then again...snow seems to make the gray skies better, doesnt it?
I know how you feel.
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"and all I want is to hear real words and to be hugged at the end of it all."
a really strong line with such depth to it's meaning. the irony of it is, that's exactly what i want right now.
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