Biography
I used to live in rainy kingdoms.
I went there not knowing why. But one day my car turned north, and I drove into the wall of rain and disappeared.
I thought I’d never come back.
I became a part of it.
Moss on my shoulders.
Damp shoes.
Pale skin.
I became someone else.
Drank the wrong things.
Loved the wrong people.
Loved myself.
For years.
Then one day the clouds parted and a hand reached through.
I grabbed it.
And just like before never looked back.
I was dragged into the desert.
My skin turned red and cracked.
Crows feet in the corners of my eyes.
I had a son.
He looked through me.
Past everything I thought I was.
He called me dad.
He decided who I was and again I never looked back.
I used to live in rainy kingdoms.
Damp pine needles and smoky chimneys.
Now the sun is bright.
Blinding.
The rain comes from sprinklers and the ground is hard and dusty.
I never looked back.
