thursday

whenever it rains here, i experience tabula rasa. it always happens when i'm staring at the gray perpetual sky with the water falling on my face, pooling in my eyes like tears. i always hold my palms out to receive as well as give.

then i come home, and i feel as though i'm carrying electricity, and then things seem to go back the way they were last before the internal storms exploded destructively, and david is who i remember him to be and we continue on, working on our story as though nothing ever happened.