I havent moved for hours. the more the rain falls down, the more numbness encompasses me. I am completely still. there is no ounce of motivation left in me. I've been laying, writing, reading my words, and drifting into dreams all day. I am simply starring out the window wall, watching the red wings of black birds contrasting against the sky. Opening my eyes long enough to focus on the moister swirling in the air, and the unbending trees alive and green. What more have I become than a couch cushion, a lazy dog? I know soon I will have to enter the concrete world to greet a city friend. really I could be alone for an eternity. Sink into this sleepy world of rain song and random writing. Life will slowly come to me.