I view the world through murky rain water collections.
The way the slightest disturbance ends the beauty of its reflection.
A constant reminder that nothing in this world can seed perfection.
Chaos enters life from any given direction.
But it’s presence is strong and it retains the image of inner held connections.
As if designed for you to stomp on their projections.
I’m such a good writer and no one notices it. Reblogfing myself all day.
It’s a crawl into the city when water slicks the roads
but I hardly mind the traffic, I love to see Seattle slow.
Pictures can’t depict, the way rain makes this city glow.
so I’m caught at this intersection unsure of where to go
but anywhere I stand I know these roots will grow.
Trying to keep pace, starting to think that your race may end with you in last place.
Negative thoughts pushing you away, leading you into the fray.
But you’ve made it this far, and inside you can feel your heart ready to beat harder.
You cant let these burdens be your burial, but you don’t get to bury them either.
Carry them with pride, never accept the simple choice to hide.