a day in the loop for today's tomorrow

words flying from fingertips like some sort of rain, just dropping dropping down until a light drizzle becomes a full on storm. anyone caught in the rain gets wet, gets cold, gets down. grey droplets rolling over skin, soaking in, spreading out. and all of a sudden you look out and realize that you're stuck in the rain, your path is obscured by a fog and a doubt. panic sets in, or just resignment? try to fight through the clouds and find sunlight, or just keep walking in the rain? and which would be better... after getting caught in the rain time after time you just get used to it, where the cold urgentness to change goes away and you're just left feeling numb. get to a dry place. warm and gentle under blue covers, soft and perfect. drift into slumber in a way that feels like love - arms wrapped around you and whispering in your ear, holding you so that you know you can never fall again, because you're in the arms of happiness. and nothing matters. not the rain pouring down outside, not the sun shining above the clouds, none of it.

and so why does any of it matter?