Inspired by “black holes”
The sun appears to dim as you come by – I can never tell how long I’ve got before you pour anguish all over me. Sometimes, I see it coming from miles away, other times, your force just beckons and you’re here. Sometimes bittersweet, but only when you say goodbye with rainbows.
Taking responsibility is a hard thing to do, but I bet it reaps some of the best rewards.
As the rain gets heavier, my eyes grow wider, my breathing slows and my heart beat grows. Is this what it’s like? I find shelter under big oak trees – feeling alive, for once. The bark against my back reminds me I always have something to lean on and the soil clenched between my hands …