Weathering People

I met you in a storm, where the people were rain. Downpour and soaking wet I saw you fall and slip in a puddle of people. You never were one for rainstorms you didnt like the bittertaste of asphalt or the humid air that plastered your hair to your face after the storm. Lightning cracked way to many jokes that thunder didnt understand, and the grey clouds put a damper on the mood. You didn't like rainstorms- how they popped up unexpectantly and oh how you hated how the trees would droop. 

You prefered the sunny days when people were an azure sky that masked unhappy faces that are forced to be happy. You preferred sunny days when people were blazing and hot tempered. And sexual tension was thick as sunscreen

Sunny Day Running

As much as I dislike the pounding and thundering of my heart as it spikes from my chest to my throat and head. As much as I hate my muscles straining and pulling as i push myself uphill. However, running does something that no amount of writing, flirting, and being me can do. Ipod blasting a random pop song set on repeat, my pace matching the bass on the back drop of the song. I find that my mind is at it's clearest, when i am burning my joints. I find the most inspiration when my body is being pushed to do something it hates. None of this is making sense now, perhaps i ramble when i dont know how to explain. Explain that the only reason i am running is to balance my sanity.

Be.

we choose who we want to be, so today i feel infinite. Instead of being made of breakable glass i am as infinite as a star. Someday, came suddenly so today i feel infinite.