Everything is a little smudged after the rain.

(and this storm has been going on so long that I can’t remember how the sun feels against my skin but that’s okay because I’m reading strong words until they sing through my bones and I’m learning to be myself alone and I’m building new things on the remnants of what was destroyed and I’m runningrunningrunning in the rain until the shadows can’t keep up with me any more and I remain the master of my fate and the captain of my soul)