I truly was.
I dont know how I ended up sitting in the bath listening to Lana Del Rey, watching the bubbles slowly disappear, the incense smoke swirl up to the ceiling, and slowly out the window, disappearing into the pitch blackness. I began to think about the rain that is absolutely bucketing down, just outside my window. I began to think about all the lonely people, and perhaps maybe they were thinking the same thing.
I wish I was outside.
See, Im the type of girl that wearing nothing but her nightie, walks into her back garden in the pouring rain at 3am in the morning getting soaking wet in the process, because I love to feel the earth between my toes and the sound of the rain hitting the damp autumn leaves.
I love the rain - to lean back and close your eyes, and feel it hit your face. The passion, the warmness you feel just standing there, with Mother Earth under your feet and over your head; the water streaming through your hair, not a care in the world.
Wash it all away lovey. All away.