Friday, August 20, 2010

Rain.

Is it so bad that some days I pray for rain?

Most enjoy the warmth of the sun and brilliance of the bright blue sky, yet I find myself in a trend of hoping for the clouds and hoping for the raindrops.
Possibly because the rain could bring chance of attention. Of finally being something of importance, at least while the one thing that's taken all the attention goes by the way side with the weather.

I want to mean something. Even more I want to be something to you and not just something around you.

Today I told myself I would dress nice, because when you do you feel better. I thought I felt better. I went to see you and as excited as I was I felt the excitement was one sided. unrequited. alone.

When will the day come that I feel needed, wanted and loved? More than just a by product of time passing by?

Today was suppose to be a good day now I am hanging on to the threads of hope. Hoping they won't slide through my fingers tips.

I am a student refusing to admit there's a lesson to be learned. Blind among the blind.