Prophecy

The day rains, rains like it cannot get itself to stop, like we'd be fools to go outside. We try, but end up back in a moment of soft folds and heavy dreams. In sleep I saw sweet futures without all these clouds but I suppose I'd take the one if I could have the other and anyway rain makes the flowers grow. I keep hoping there's a treasure trove of answers somewhere, where everything could become clear, but I'm starting to think the answer is just keep walking, one step in front of the other, do the best you can. We cannot make a lot of promises, other than that we will try. Just one more moment, and you've built a whole life.

Here, have this moment.

All I'm saying is, it's a start.