The sun isn't setting. The world is turning. We're trusting gravity to keep us grounded. Sometimes, I wish I could feel it, feel the earth spin. Sometimes, I think I need that reminder- our world isn't as stable as we'd like to believe.
Something has me doubting tonight. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. Something's going wrong. It's in the way I can't get comfortable. It's in the lack of breeze. It's in the weight of my body. I'm heavier tonight. My thoughts are weighing me down.
The sky was pink earlier... and I thought of blood. Does the sky hurt when she bleeds? Does she realize what she looks down upon? Is the rain tonight her tears? Is the thunder her anguish, her grumble, her cry to God? Is He listening? What about her lightning? Is she begging for truth as much as I?
I wish a bolt of that lightning would strike me, reach out its tendrils and remind me of what's real.
