I love the rain because it reminds me that the earth cries too.

Gentle waters crowd the earth until it’s not so gentle. If I swim in holy water than I won’t drown, right? I wish it worked that way. I can’t swim and there’s no fucking life jacket and the waves are getting higher. If I don’t drown in this moment than my thoughts will suffocate me instead. I guess we choose our own misery, after all.

I’m hanging onto the vessel that holds my youth. It’s like some sort of innocence I beg to preserve. I keep pieces of my heart in a locket to show everyone how pretty it can be. I’ll even let you hold it if you’re gentle. Open it up and read the stories. Mirror the shallow pulse and you’ll never want to give it back. It’s like a piece of armor.

I wear it like a treasure. I wear it like something holy. I wear it like it’s so much more than a fucking piece of metal with my spirit laced between.

The world keeps shifting. It keeps crowding me. It keeps pushing my bones deeper into the ground. I’m so far from everyone else. And if I had the power to let go of all the bad things and leave room for some sort of familiarity, I’d open my palms wider than the cracks in the earth. The trenches we created. It’s uneven terrain. Screaming skies. A lovely storm.

It’s the earths way of reacting to the sadness.

There’s so much more sadness than they ever warned us about.

I think the sadness is where it all begins.

And sometimes that makes me feel less alone. I love the rain because it reminds me that the earth cries too. AMT