and the weather reflects my moods. so often. when i'm bursting with emotion it turns to torrid rain. when i don't know where i'm headed, or who i am, half the night sky was dark purple grey. and half was clear and light. weightless. the purple grey slowly advanced to conquer the sky. but it took all night. it knocked on my window with very slight rain. telling me something. echoing something within me. it did not sleep either. nor did it fall.

and since morning its been overcast and waiting. intermittently letting off what's beyond what it can hold. and now and then it smiled with some sunshine. it may look like calm, but its indecision. its lost. its tired. its helpless.