weathering the storm

swingin with the moods
walkin through the rain
every time i think ive weathered the storm it just starts in again
dark clouds crowd heavy skies open up and pour
the weather swingin too and i feel like a weathervane
so angry i just want to scream
i could shatter this town just level it all in a fit of rage
sometimes quietly desolate wondering
why all of this
cause i had forgotten what it felt like to be held through a long night
and it wasnt bad that forgetting
it was ok
i feel now like a gift thats been returned
and its an awful metaphor
a random confluence of events
leaving me
siempre stupid gringa stumbling speech
siempre sola
walking city streets