The rains came again, without warning. Splitting thunderclouds in the shape and color of ambivalence. It poured sowing salt across the fields of my mind in utter, drenching torrents. I sprinted across abandoned parking lots while looking for cover from the storms behind my eyes. People shambled into their front doors as I crossed the sidewalk in front of their houses. My head is packed full of cotton, and I can't afford another trip to the witch doctor.

9:53 p.m. - 2016-03-06