16 June 2012
there is rain, and then there are blankets of water, falling to earth, guiding the word to sleep. this rain was just rain, but it felt like blankets. the sea was rolling and thrashing back against itself, angry or power mad. it crawled up the steps and gnawed against her feet. she didn't care, nothing mattered, not rain nor blankets nor the sea. she just wanted to melt away, each rain drop to dissolve just a little more of her, the sea to eat away faster. she figured she'd be better off as the water, strong, powerful, constantly moving and beautiful. everything she was not.
worthless • Opuss № I