3 days of sleep

it rained friday and again sunday. maybe it happened saturday but i was too unaware of anything to notice something as lovely as the rain saturday. too far inside my mind. too tired or plain ole didnt care.

i wondered and thought about a lot of colors, instincts, and behaviors as i often do when i shut myself away from the world.

most suicides occur in the spring. the month of may has been noted for its high rate of suicide. mayday approaches. maybe its because i am such a romantic that i thought the best month to take ones life would be february

not that i think about suicide often. call it my guarded secret obsession with the idea of death. which apparently isnt that much of a secret. death, creation, purpose and those are just the things i find fascinating.

captivating is a whole new list that includes birds, change, clouds and time. i can go on and on but lets continue.

the clouds have been beautiful lately and i feel as though i am the only one to notice. it rains more in the city than any place else and contrary to popular beliefs is very quiet. only because you grow to have selective hearing. and that i believe is the only reason i can sleep with the window open for 3 days straight.