and so I fly to Asia and the sunshower comes again. I’m listening to the same old music, but singing along feels more like repeating scripture than saying a prayer. I don’t really know what I believe when there’s so much to believe in.

the sun sets at the time it’s supposed to and the leaves fall as they always do.

the rain begins to patter

pitter patter, it doesn’t matter.

sunshower, take me away. why is the sun shining so bright, today?

I thought forever would last this long, but it didn’t…

and now, I’m wondering if you always knew that I live this close to the ocean. I wonder if you left it alone so there would be something left in my life to be just mine. I wish I could tell you I found it in my own time. so here, I stand. completely content. wellies in the sand. the water washes over my melancholy and I wish I had a question for the sky. 

I should have known that life would never be enough for me. I wish I knew just how to take in this breeze.

I realise how much I miss not knowing everything (or feeling like I do). sometimes I wish I never found out about the beach. I want to jump in the ocean and drown, but I know all I’ll do is float. 

I hate to admit it, but sometimes, I want you to unleash a storm on my parade. this sunshower ain’t no fun the way it was in the haze. something is off because nothing really is. it’s kind of like when it rains in the middle of a sunny day, but the sun doesn’t go away.