You know how when you are indoors, the after-rain smell is very rejuvenating. It is like a blessing from the sky. A form of cleansing. Like the water just came to wash away all the smog, smoke and dust in the air? You gotta give that a lot of lurve, baybae.
I remember a time when I was younger (and much more courageous), I loved walking in the rain. Better yet if it was a fierce, growling, and snapping thunderstorm. I would bellow up into the sky, 'Is that all YOUUUUU'''VEEEEE GGGOOOOOTTTTTT! I AAMMMMM RRRIIIIGGGHHHTTTT HHHHEEEERRREEEE!!!'
LOL.
You mix around with crazy friends, you get crazy response.
I love my life now, make no mistake about it. There is stability, the unknown, the scary, the effing terrifying, the known, the predictable, the love, the mistakes, the laughter, the friends....love everything about it. Especially the experiences.
I used to wallow around because of the mistakes that I did when I was younger but those are precious. I won't lie and say that I have let everything go. No, I have not. What am I, Mother Theresa? But many of the things have been washed away like the rain washing away painful memories. The effects remain but sometimes, the memory stays on.
Ah well...like they say, everyone is a work in progress. Shall we continue marching on our way to become better people? I say we shall.
I remember a time when I was younger (and much more courageous), I loved walking in the rain. Better yet if it was a fierce, growling, and snapping thunderstorm. I would bellow up into the sky, 'Is that all YOUUUUU'''VEEEEE GGGOOOOOTTTTTT! I AAMMMMM RRRIIIIGGGHHHTTTT HHHHEEEERRREEEE!!!'
LOL.
You mix around with crazy friends, you get crazy response.
I love my life now, make no mistake about it. There is stability, the unknown, the scary, the effing terrifying, the known, the predictable, the love, the mistakes, the laughter, the friends....love everything about it. Especially the experiences.
I used to wallow around because of the mistakes that I did when I was younger but those are precious. I won't lie and say that I have let everything go. No, I have not. What am I, Mother Theresa? But many of the things have been washed away like the rain washing away painful memories. The effects remain but sometimes, the memory stays on.
Ah well...like they say, everyone is a work in progress. Shall we continue marching on our way to become better people? I say we shall.
p.s. I know, right? I like taking pictures of the sky, right? Fly...Marsha, Fly! Become a birrrrdddd!!!
I guess I don't need crazy friends to be crazy. >.<
XOXO,
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