Hilary duff

So, this isn't actually my own writing, but I just had to share:

let the rain fall down and wake my dreams
let it wash away my sanity;
because I want to feel the thunder,
I want to scream,
Let the rain fall down,
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean.

This is such a gorgeous image; it expresses how I want to feel - I need to have my sanity washed away, so that I can just burst into new life. I need to 'com[e]... clean'.

sitting here.

I am just
sitting here, longing to venture out into the
fresh rain. I hear it pour against the windows and lash against my
door. How I long to welcome him in. In from the cold,
in to the frozen depths of my heart.

I am just
watching him, sitting on the ground outside, picking up the pebbles
on the driveway, one by one. His hair drips against his
sodden cheek. His fingers brush the dirt from yet
another paving stone.

I am just
singing to myself, here, watching from my encased window;
humming a lullaby I've never heard. I wonder if he can
hear my song, for soon to sleep will his drooping head go.
Sung to sleep by my soft lullaby, drifting off to slumber to my slowly
dancing tune.