04-25-2019, 07:58 AM
A walk in the rain (2nd edit)
The dirt road was thawed and soft under our shoes.
We could be stepping into a horror movie or worse
to the dark parts of my mind.
Fog creeps up from the lake, it crawls through the trees
shrouding us from anything beyond the road.
Dismal grey clouds blanket the sky as though the sun
pulled the clouds over it's head and refused to shine.
Our conversation cuts through the eerie air.
I don't know why, but I don't mind answering questions
that usually require liquor before they slip from my lips.
My thoughts are flowing now, they're churning
like melted snow from overflowing streams.
Positivity popping up in my head. It's distracting
trying to stay present and pick those thoughts before
the fog takes them.
I try to stay in the moment with you.
Aware that it's not cold enough to shiver, nor is it
warm enough to wear a t-shirt,but I am comfortable.
The rain starts to fall in it's usual miserable manner.
Though it's not soaking my soul in sorrow,
Rather a cold joy, that slices through a bad perspective.
No one needs to help mastering their misery.
It's raining harder now.
I want to go and change my clothes,
though I know now was necessary to change my mind.
The dirt road was thawed and soft under our shoes.
We could be stepping into a horror movie or worse
to the dark parts of my mind.
Fog creeps up from the lake, it crawls through the trees
shrouding us from anything beyond the road.
Dismal grey clouds blanket the sky as though the sun
pulled the clouds over it's head and refused to shine.
Our conversation cuts through the eerie air.
I don't know why, but I don't mind answering questions
that usually require liquor before they slip from my lips.
My thoughts are flowing now, they're churning
like melted snow from overflowing streams.
Positivity popping up in my head. It's distracting
trying to stay present and pick those thoughts before
the fog takes them.
I try to stay in the moment with you.
Aware that it's not cold enough to shiver, nor is it
warm enough to wear a t-shirt,but I am comfortable.
The rain starts to fall in it's usual miserable manner.
Though it's not soaking my soul in sorrow,
Rather a cold joy, that slices through a bad perspective.
No one needs to help mastering their misery.
It's raining harder now.
I want to go and change my clothes,
though I know now was necessary to change my mind.