Coming home...

Aah, back home after days out wandering.
Wandering, yes, that's just the right word.

My curtains billow with the first cool breeze of oncoming rains. The earth sends forth its beautiful clear smell in anticipation. The sky dazzles momentarily along the slender finger of lightening.
Inside, my heart hurts thinking about the weight of its loneliness. It's just one of those days. The world's jaws seem wide open to snap at me and everything performs as per sod's laws. It's just one of those days.
And then there's the guy...
So sweet, so annoying, so bloody intelligent...
He makes perfect sense for a second, then the next he draws the blinds over his eyes.
Tell me A, whats up?
Need I hurt, or did I concoct your interest?
Is my hurt logical (is hurt ever logical?) or have I hurt myself once again?

The rains shall come...everything shall be cleansed once again.