rainy daze and women
I write when inspired. You do the rest.

“The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday, thats guaranteed, and I can’t begin to explain that, or the craziness inside myself and everybody else but guess what? Sunday is my favorite day again.”


Camden Windjammers, 1964 - Fog


Camden Windjammers, 1964 - Fog

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"Deep down, our whole lives, no matter how low our self-esteem gets, we think, I have a special skill that no one knows about and if they knew they’d be amazed. And then eventually we meet someone who says, “You have a secret special skill.” And you’re like, “I know! So do you!” And they’re like, “I know!” And then you’re like, “We should eat pizza ice cream together.” And that’s what love is. It’s this giant mound of pizza-flavored ice cream and delusion.” 

-Mike Birbiglia

Well, hello again. It’s a been quite some time since the last time we’ve met, but I surely didn’t expect to run into you again like this. I’ve grown since then you know. I’ve grown and been a part of some amazing things, and through experience, I should be better prepared and ready for you… but I’m not.

Well, hello again. This rejuvenation of emotion comes with a pounding thump beating from the center of my chest, extending round the tips of my fingers and bottom of my heels. A feeling that I wish would flee just as unexpected and unwelcome as the kind before. I feel as if I’ve caught a sickness. A sickness that can’t be remedied through a buffer or previous exposure due to the rarity and distinct anatomy of the cause. My heart strings are tugging. I close my eyes, curling my fingers and squeezing them into fists trying to concentrate wishing for this feeling to cease, leaving my mind as capable and unclouded, but has I open my eyes, the haze is still present. It’s everywhere, invading my world both inside and out. 

Well, hello again. I feel vulnerable and all alone. And yet again, I’ve found myself backed into a corner playing my instruments in the same darkness abandoned by my orchestral fellows, waiting for you to act as my savior and bring me to salvation. My back is leaning on the stone wall that marks the end of the alley, and I seem to have forgotten how to play any other song but the one I play for you. 

Well, hello again. I am wishfully waiting for you to listen and sing your melody in response. I’m waiting for your embrace, and the comfort that my heart will be safe in your keeping. Forever and always. 

Hello, again.

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FRANCESC MIRALLESStreet Scene on a Rainy Day

Street Scene on a Rainy Day

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