This diet of stress and loneliness fails me in the same way that I don't live up to the expectations of the diet I've started at least ten times over this year alone. The computer screen peers into my soul through my bloodshot, half closed windows, and all it sees is shining white light. The brilliant shine of a star in its last moments of life.
I watched the veil of droplets fly past me, not 5 centimetres from the end of my nose, and make little ripples in the thin layer that covered the grey concrete. The roof I was under was leaking anyway. Well here's to bracing yourself for the rain, only to step out and find it's not that bad. The semi-dry spot under the stairs seemed an appropriate midway point, as I waited for my phone to tell me that someone loved me and wanted to take me home. A miniature Niagara Falls rushed through the space between the stairs and the main building. It poured over the moss filled cracks between the crimson bricks. A smile