Peeps,
I am sitting here at the computer which faces a window out into the adjacent forest and campus of my college. It was gray, but it's Humboldt so the default screensaver is always gray, and there was barely no wind. Two minutes ago the trees started shaking as torrents of rain started to pour from the sky. Needless to say I've already set my emergency apocalypse bag in the hallway, just in case.
(But just in case any of you do happen to have an ark, please come get me, I'll be the one at the top of the hill with the life raft, thankx)
I enjoy the rain thoroughly, but it always makes me think too much. There's just something about it, that makes me, not melancholy, but...idealistic perhaps? I've never described myself as having my head in the clouds, but I've come to realize it's a rather true phrase. I'm a dreamer, but I suppose if you read my horoscope (Aquarius if you didn't know) you'd have already figured that out. My dreaming of late has lead me to believe that what I really want to do, at least in this moment, is write, to create something anything of value to myself. I want to be able to paint like I used to, to be able to make something that said so much to me that I could confide in, instead of letting my emotions boil over into anxiety. So, I've picked up a pencil again, started a light sketch, and we'll see where it takes us. Hopefully, with the rain outside, it'll be something revitalizing.
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