take your time but take it slowly

I enjoy breathing. not so much sleeping. but if you know me well you know the reasons I give are not the reason. not the point. was there one? yep.

 it rained. and the storms outside have always brought me hope. sometimes. climb the nearest hill, soaked though you may be, face the wind, arms stretched wide and strong, crying, you will never conquer me. and the storm is no longer your enemy. not even your ineffectual acquaintance. as is often the case, once you've fought hard and long against someone, you find in them a friend, they become catalytic for you and you become constant to them. so wander on. your storm found friend as your side, the wind at your backs will strengthen you to the brighter day of a well tomorrow. 

 really, I'm just in a blue mood. not blue as in sad. blue, as in moonlight. blue, as in the underside of your stormclouds. blue, as in clear streams. blue as in starlight. blue, as in the dark behind those stars. blue, as in that dress. blue, as in those top keys on the piano. blue, as in your sisters eyes. blue, as in ocean. blue, as in night. blue, as in cool, blue.  

  

     

that's all.