must be the moon

sometimes your imagination gets the better of you. there's a storm that has twirled itself up into high speeds inside your head. it tears loose all of those files you've established and lets them fall somewhere totally unpredictable. you need to find someplace to hide. you need that stable feeling of safety; someone's arms to grace the already standing hairs on your own, someone to open up that umbrella to shield you from the storm. even just a warm spot under a blanket by the fire would be nice. maybe even a cup of tea. you want to lock your fingers around that tea cup don't you? well you can't. it's too big; full of all your sorrowful tears of how you aren't good enough. not for the "real world" yet. there's always someone better. laughing at you behind a silk screen. there are days where you sit on your couch that's adjacent to that perfect picture window, and you look out, thinking "how am i here during all of this chaos?" well kid, you're here for something, you have to be. you may not have found it yet, but the storm won't last forever. you'll pull through. it may not be the cliche moment from the movies you've always hoped for, but it's something. life comes at you in the most random forms sometimes - whether it is a photograph of a mysterious building or a late night conversation via interweb. everything means something in my book.