ride the lightning
sunday 22nd june 2003 @ 00:20
i watch the storm through the watery window, and wish that you were here to see the lightning too. it brightens the sky quick and violent and holds the night wide open.you are far from here and i wonder if it's raining where you are. and i wish i wasn't thinking of you at all. they always say lightning won't strike in the same place twice. they lied.
reading: dance, dance, dance by haruki murakami
hearing: the storm moving overhead
wanting: pretty things
fearing: the madness that now chases my tears