Wherein I write part of a long sentence, my life.
I am not my fellow man, and I am glad of those who are bored by my ramblings. I tend to see things that strike me as frightfully, and I mean frightfully important, not only to me but to every individual. This importance stirs up my soul such that I want to proclaim, “Eureka!” from the rooftops. Usually I do so with full self-expression, at least among my closer friends.
“I’ve got this fine friend I want you to meet,
He’s sure to answer your questions complete.
He’s seen it and done it and been it, it all.
He won’t disappoint you, I promise on Paul.”
The rain pitter-patters then batters the road outside,
A gray storm covering the earth with its showers.
Somehow dampening, no, smothering, with freshness.
The grass sighs at the touch of the cool drops
But drowns seconds later.