Evolve

I’m starting to evolve; in my own way. I notice a difference in my sleeping patterns and in my habits, in general. My atoms are exploding, and my stamina…solid with a soft edge. I’ll cry in the rain and laugh in the moonlight. It’s a woman thing, a cosmic thing. I’m in love with the idea of the unknown, and am in love with the unknown being something really wonderful.

The trees gently sway as ribbons of rain scatter through oxygen that we breathe – so nurturing. And even though the sun is out, it can’t be seen. Crying in the rain is comforting to me. My eyes are heavy, and my heart so tender, it’s sensitive to anything gentle that I know. It does feel as if my atoms are exploding, and in a way they are. Weeping is an internal combustion, that extends externally with tears.

Soft billowy sheets that cradle every waking curve of my body; I’m surrounded by darkness as the skies’ water softly taps at my window in steady beat. The clouds, now that’s a different story. The clouds envelop me…warm like my mother’s kind arms that rocked me to sleep with melodic lullabies, and soft like her kisses.

Here’s the thing: my cries don’t last. The thoughts don’t last. They drift in and out, as scurried as the weather. Rain be it one day, and sunshine the next. Cloudy some, blizzardy another.

I enjoy the changes…because even though my emotions shift, my heart remains tranquil, and complete.