"pour over me like sweet drops of rain, hit me lovestruck like a hurricane." -ashley brewer

there's a soft kind of weariness that comes with crying.
i've not been crying, but i feel it anyway.

it's a strange sort of soulweight, a haze of exhaustion that reaches deeper than flesh can bear. i don't know from whence it came today, nor why i feel suddenly so heavy.
except,
i miss the earth. i miss the scent of water, i miss flowers that weren't planted and planned. i miss sleeping with wind on my face, away from the omnipresent hum of appliances, traffic lights, people. i want night to be dark again. i think, given the right circumstances, i would be fully willing to leave this city for good. the ground here is not so soft, and i'm aching for something i can dig my toes into.