here comes the rain again

time fills emails and cups from the kettle on the stove. I fumble through tasks and the ads on my phone til I’m free to try to recall how to think. an open window does its best to let the light in. I chase the breeze out the door to the creek I’d like to show you. run past an old jail they’ve turned into a mall. you can buy groceries or shoes or even catch a film within the walls they built for locking people up. I wonder what the ghosts think. some places change more than others. I guess it’s just another kind of prison now.

they play a song in the warehouse I remember from a movie. karaoke classic from a time I never saw. our parents would have stayed out late to dance along another life ago. I twirl down the aisle to the chorus. think about my dreams and nothing of importance (for a moment). ignorance today; waking up tomorrow.