Foundered Aggregation of My Summer

Its been awhile since I've written a blog, many months in fact. I've been meaning to do it but for some reason between never having the time, and not knowing exactly how to express what I wanted to say it just hasn't happened. I've had this draft sitting on my computer for months with nothing but "Write something here soon." written down. Its odd how time passes so quickly and how many things can happen in just the space of a few months. Honestly when I think about all the things that have changed since I last wrote a blog its overwhelming. I don't really even know where to start so for those of you who haven't forgotten that I actually have a blog after all this time I plan to reward your patience soon. But until then this note will have to suffice, sometimes life is just to big to describe in a few petty words. This semester has a lot riding on it for me, but I'm excited its off to a great start and I feel ready, more ready than I have felt in a long time to tackle whatever gets thrown at me.

Rain

The cool drops run down my hot face. The roaring sound of the falling drops is overwhelming. I watch as a drop lands on my shirt and is repelled rolling off a brave yet vain attempt to keep me dry. I close my eyes, I can suddenly can hear each tiny drop falling. No longer a roar, now they are tiny little notes falling tinkling as they land. Some silently on my shirt, some thump softly on the asphalt, some even plink as they fall. A symphony of tiny musicians. I can feel each drop slowly gaining speed as it rolls down my scalp and then races down my cheek plummeting towards the ground. I wonder if that particular raindrop ever gets to be again, probably not but sometimes I like to think so. They are like a bucket full of marbles being poured from the sky only temporarily separate, but yet still on thier own tiny missions, perhaps just to wash that bit of dirt off my face. I open my eyes abruptly aware of my drenched shirt, clinging, plastered tightly to my skin, it tugs against me unwilling for me to move. Suddenly I am cold, I shiver and begin a heartfelt dash back to the warmth that becons to me from inside. Splashing recklessly through the once tiny rivulets, now raging muddy streams filled with tiny little drops. I wonder if those little drops will ever fall on me again.

Used Up

Its tiring the mental ups and downs of trying to keep up with someone. When someone lets you down repeatedly it seems like after awhile it gets awfully hard to get back up with them. Its sad I think some people have a greater capacity for it than others I feel like there is only so much energy that I know how to put into someone and it just gets used up. I think mine got used up a long time ago its just that its not entirely pleasant to admit it. Today I did I'm used up.