Talking to my friend Kim, and she mentioned she was wearing all black today to reflect her mood. I thought about it, and then I responded that i wore white and blue today. Clouds. I was feeling like clouds.
by krisis
thoughts
That’s Crushing Krisis. As in… everything that crushes me, and everything i have a crush on, and all the stupid crippling circumstances i have to slalom through. See, isn’t it witty?
Rain pelting my windows and my lamp humming and spinning its wheel of colors at my ceiling and otherwise total quiet because my mouse is just hovering over idle time on instant messenger because i have no life except for the one i invent in my head and then come here to write down. I might as well just watch Ally McBeal.
If you don’t fight for something, it isn’t going to be worth anything if you ever get it. Does that seem straightforward enough? If you don’t go out and after the things you want, instead waiting to see what develops, you’re giving up on something before it ever starts. Of course, sometimes going after something can be just as painful as waiting forever for it. In that case, is the pain worth the eventual result? Is a fight worth a win? Even for a sad little pacifist like me? I only ask because i’m not incredibly sure…
Lightning. Today was a day fit more for the end of May rather than the beginning of April, but i suppose all that ambient humidity and those fat white clouds are getting a bit restless now that night has settled, and so they’re putting on a show. If it starts coming down soon i’m going out in the street to dance in circles and look up into it all. I miss good rain like that; we haven’t had too much of it this year (or the warmth you need to appreciate it). Rain that drives you inside because an umbrella or rain slicker won’t do the slightest good, but beckons you out because the drops are thicker than any ones your shower might produce tomorrow morning. I want to be drenched in them.