i've always found that the best place for correlation is a vacant highway on a rainy day while a somber song propels retrospection. so i frequently pull over to scribble down all the things i could only conjure up through metaphors & imagery, because there is no other way [for me].
only this time i had left nothing to spew & the rain wouldn't stop.
only this time i had left nothing to spew & the rain wouldn't stop.
I realized some time ago that in recent years, I've been doing the rainfall-night-drive with increased frequency. I thought maybe I was losing it, maybe I was actually going crazy... then I realized I had simply moved to a place where it rains a lot more often, and I've been nuts all along.