curbside prophet

what started off as an extremely lovely morning of mellow music, drawing, writing poetry and being content having the house all to myself on this rainy day has just flipped to complete and utter crap with one phone call. i can't determine what is more soaked, the grass and trees outside my window or my face and palms. i can only be strong for so long.

i really wish i had a shoulder to cry on in this moment, as much as i despise crying infront of people.

i just want to book it out of my door and run far far far away.

i know god has a reason for everything but i really felt like this rough season was ending.

i know i need to step back and look at the bigger picture and the positive outcome of this but i'm terrified and just need to weep.


sorry for the downer, but this a place of the deep thoughts and emotions in my mind.