I resolve this year, to write more and better.
UntitledA lake will stand in my place tomorrow, swallowing this street and my brother's house. At this time, I am oblivious of everything except this torrential downpour that is washing over my skin, cleansing my anxieties. I will emerge with the sun tomorrow, a new woman despite the storm that came and went. I won't be here when the water pools to where my waist once was, but instead, I am splashing in puddles, laughing louder than I have in a few years.Untitled by jessicaconk
Rainstorms have broken my life into three sections. The first rainstorm preceded my first kiss, my first relationship, when I was naive but marched through the world like I knew all it had to offer. How full of hope, how full of love I was.
The second rainstorm came at my most bitter, when I believed the world had nothing left to offer me, that it owed me for all I had been through, that I was merely a victim of my circumstances. The rain had never felt so good and my heart had never been so broken, so confused.
This rainstorm will be my new