The evening I finally let go , it rained.
A gentle rain that signified the end of something mucky and sticky and...overwhelming, and the beginning of something fresh, new, and opaque.
As I begin preparing for an essentially new outlook , I undoubtedly have to do some reflection of things prior. You can't know where your going until you know where you've come from, so they say.
Hah! Dear Lord. Where have I come from?
Not from anything bad. Surely no. I'm not one to blame my current mishaps on a bad childhood, or a dysfunctional home. I find those people annoying actually. Oh no, I prefer to think of it as something tarnished (trite as that may sound.) It started off rather black, and old. It had lost its shimmer(if it had any to begin with). Thankfully though, a bit of polish and elbow grease is all that was needed to fix it up again. Of course, there are always those hard to reach places. Those that, no matter how hard you polish, clean, and "fix" them, will always remain slightly clouded and grim. But that's what gives it character! No one is always shiny.If you claim to be, your telling a dirty lie. Everyones' got their "cross to bear".
Mine has become troublesome lately, as I attempt to pick up the pieces of my life, and continue on with new and intoxicating things.
How can you pick up something new when your hands are full?
Yes, it rained.
A gentle, silent rain. One that made my hands wet and slippery. I lost my grip on you.
Perhaps this is the way it's supposed to be.
