And as I'm walking to my car...
In a church parking lot.
With the rain pouring down and the sky dark...
I start to shout:
Hey it's RAINING!!
Do you know what we do when this happens?
I stretch my arms out and feel the cool air.
As if I was in another conversation I shout:
Because I believed she saved my life!!
Look at me, I'm hysterical!
I can't stop laughing.
I've cried so much that my pain is just... funny.
I get in my car and blast the music as I drive home.
The rain really coming down, so much that my sight is almost hazy.
And I fear that I might hydroplane my car into oblivion.
But as I drive smoothly, I start to feel a sense of peace.
And I didn't care if I was about to die or not.
"Hey God, if I die right now... I think I'm okay."
And then I proceed to hit a bump and scare myself into driving again...
Not my smartest moment.
But I do eventually make it home.
I turn off the car and just watch the rain hit the windshield.
Watching the droplets fill the windows and blur the scene.
And I think to myself:
*How did I get here in my life?
So this is how I begin my 3rd week of personal pain...
— The End —