The weather of my insight has changed.

The days grow shorter
sun up to sun down yet they feel longer. I toss nightly sleeplessly awakened by
the pitter patter of rain on my A.C. Relentlessly the same way every day like the A.C.
upstairs  at the Medina's  drips down on top of mine. The storms won't
abate. Although the wind is gone a steady rain remains like the leak in my
heart. I'm bleeding out and can't say when. Only it's not blood, it's the
leaking of love and spinal fluids and I can't hold them back. I know it's going
to rain again today.

I look out window. Quiet yet in spite of the quiet the rain
falls like a silent cellophane sheet blanketing my world. Consumed by tireless
passion I consider my options on how to avoid contact with the world. As though
hearing my thoughts a breeze awakens outside my window whispering to me about
the loss of his mother rainbow warrior. I console us and entreat him to try
again. He foreswears off the grain alcohol and thunder and moonshine light up
the sky.

The wind is my friend. He whispers words only I hear so I
listen again to see if I fear the answer. 
My thoughts and the wind have moved on. I hear a car barking down the
street. The sound of the city whistles and my ears ring.

The pain in the crook of my arm keeps me alive. I google 'pain in crook of arm' to see what I can
find. It's described as some weird tendonitis. Ice as usual oh my. Shouldn't I
know that already?

I google group venus astrology. My astrology tells me "Avoid pessimism and don' t retreat into
yourself. You must expand psychologically and seek new experiences."

Story of my life…

Onwards to new adventures!

What am I waiting for…