Lost sight of a picture never taken
Lost art of keeping a secret
Here it comes
It’s been a long time since a stood in the rain, like actually stood and let it soak my skin.
There’s one thing being caught out and getting a bit wet, but there’s another when it get’s right down almost under your skin, like you’ve stood in a shower and it’s not just got you wet but you’re properly soaked. But your skins almost alert from the cold water and your hairs on end. There’s something about that feeling of being a hair’s breadth from shivering that make’s it all the more enjoyable. Although today’s not the day.
Today’s not a bad day, I’d write something more profound but at the moment I feel like I’m saying the same things over and over.
It’s like a carousel, you run in circles round and round. Depending on what you ride, you might go up and down. Some ride higher than others and some fall lower. People think you get a choice of the thing that takes you round, but really it’s chosen long before you get to this life. Who know’s when you pay your due, but one day they come to collect it from you.
Mind you, you could always step off and hope for the best. Although how often is “the best” what you really wanted...