Rains and Laughter

4:27 AM - Light Wind, Light Snow

Anguish is a harsh word for waves of emotional distress, but there isn't less of a word to describe it in what it feels like sometimes. It helps to sit up and look out the window, notice the pecks of orange light, and the glistening snow. Then, the anguish is momentarily washed away.

If you're here for a story, then there isn't much of a story to tell. It's not a diary either, because it's all made up in a half-slumber. Somehow it still feels real, and sometimes, it's real enough for a corporal make-believe. Sometimes, it just helps to share, somewhere no one can see. To put away the anguish is like muffling smoke. It will always be there in a subtle dance and it will choke you, slowly, but you will be sleeping. This is a love letter to the people of this world, a farewell note where you sign off pain and desire because you believe there is something beyond what eyes can see, where fingers can reach. Sometimes a bad trip turns memories into nightmares, but the storm ensues carelessly until you finally wake up and find that nothing mattered while you were gone. So nothing matters, while everything does.

Can you hear the sounds of spring? Cannot wait for the snowmelt, cannot wait for the birds and the breeze. When life is a cycle you cannot control, what is there to hold on to anymore? Just a fantasy...

Let the crack of dawn drain into our endless night, take our hand, and enter our fantasy.