Raindrops and Streetlights

[jackofallgeeks]

I just took a walk for no other reason than that it's raining.
It was cold rain, too. I love cold rain.

I walked down past school, and then around the little park over by church, and back. The rain let up a little while I was passing the cemetery, but picked up as I made my way home. I arrived back suitably drenched.

Something is bugging me; I can feel the tension, but I can't really articulate the what behind it. I think it may have a lot to do with my recent feelings of isolation. It's not good for me to feel isolated, it drives me a little mad.

I did get to talk with both Sara and Claire today, though, and I've made fairly-solid plans to have brunch with Claire on my way down to North Carolina to see Sara. That'll be good; I haven't seen Sara in nearly 6 years, I think. And her daughter's almost three now!

But yes. I should get to sleep. i'm already not going to want to get up in the morning...

Comments

[surichan.livejournal.com]

God, don't I understand what feelings of isolation do to one's sanity... ::hugs:: I can't wait to see you again. Hopefully seeing people at the party will improve your state of mind.

You're gonna go see Sara? She and I keep missing each other every time we make the attempt to meet. When are you going? Could I come along?

[jackofallgeeks.livejournal.com]

Heh. My isolation is really weird, though; it's almost entirely in my head, as I *am* around people out here, and I hang out with classmates and stuff, and I talk to my friends Back east at least occationally online (for example, now). Maybe it's not as weird as I think.

I'm very much looking forward to my Thingum. I don't think i've gotten a definite "yes, I'll be there," from anyone, but... :p A cynical part of my has initiated a campaign to stop expecting responses to digital communication at all, and it quickly gaining support among the proletariat.

And yes, I'm going to see Sara and her little girl (and her husband, presumably) sometime shortly after I get home. She mentioned how you guys keep trying-and-failing to meet. The biggest trouble with seeing if you might come along, though, would be that we've negotiated for me to take up space at her parents' house (which cuts the travel time from 9hours to 6), so...

[surichan.livejournal.com]

Unless I get called into work for some dumbass reason (which I shouldn't, as it's a Tuesday), consider me there. Even if it's just the two of us...we can go get unagi. :3

Hm. What day are you going? Perhaps I can meet up with you guys somewhere, hang out, then head back myself.

[mordainlove.livejournal.com]

your subject made me think of this song, so i thought i'd post the lyrics to you. ♥

She's a street light in the evening rain,
An empty seat on the rush hour train.
She's a polaroid lying on the street,
She's the lover I may never meet.

Every night I breathe her in,
Feel her sink into my skin.
Still I feel,
That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love,
I am shouted by and criticised,
Still I crave your touch.
And I know the time you're killing is mine,
But I... I don't mind.

She's a phone call in the dead of night,
A stranger's voice I recognize.
She's a radio playing in the dark,
She's the name you'll find written on my heart.

Every night I breathe her in,
Feel her sink into my skin.
Still I feel
That I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love,
I am shouted by and criticised,
Still I crave your touch.
And I know the time you're killing is mine,
But I... I don't mind.