tomorrow is my flight. the sky is stark white but there is thunder and bright flashes of lightning every few minutes. the rain hasn't started yet- soon, though, im sure. every flash makes me look up in fright, the lightning breaking into my space and thoughts with, literally, a bolt. i am contemplating the wedding that will happen this weekend. thom is online and we discuss it for a bit, he says he loves irony and hates fancy weddings. i say i will make the most of it; secretly envious while outwardly criticizing the extravagance. He says to me 'that's my girl'. honestly, i really don't know what to expect. weddings always leave me with an odd feeling of detachment. everyone is extremely emotional and i wish sometimes i could read the true feelings that each person is carrying. and im extremely glad that they cant read mine, however visible it might be on my face.
im overcome. rather, i will be. ill have to let you know with what, exactly, later on.
so in the meantime, forward my messages, feed Ralph and keep the lightning at bay. i will be fighting a different intruder.
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