The days drip past like rains on window. Washing my sill of guilt and queries.
Unsure of what I want, even. I feel I'm asking for something that is too intangible to grasp. Confusing, refusing, amusing myself with ponderings of possibilities. The options are endless, and the waves are relentless. The winds are strong and I soar with them, not resisting the change of direction or emotion. My negra puppy spoons my arm, breathing sleeping being warmth. Trusting. Loving. And beginning again. Tomorrow awaits the sun's shine and I am wrapped in rapture!
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