Understandings Received Before a Summer Storm

A few weeks ago I sat outside. It was just about to rain. The air was thick and humid, but still gave way to a cool and occasional breeze. I sat cross-legged in the driveway on a blue towel. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I tried to take in every sound, every […]

Drip

I’m a drop of water from the icicle of myself. That might not make sense, but that’s the only way I can describe it. I hardly feel sad. I hardly feel anxious. In truth, I hardly feel. Which makes me want to cry. The desire to cry – that’s the only feeling I have.