feeling like

when it rains i always walk home without a jacket or umbrella. nothing better. it feels just like. and there’s nothing better than letting rain pour down upon your head. letting rain drip down your face. off the tip of your nose. into your eyes. onto you lips. way in your ears. letting the rain soak your shirt, your pants, your shoes. stepping in every puddle. really feeling soaked. just feeling like.

but now i’m home and i’m soaked and wet to the bone and inside it just doesn’t feel the same. i feel like i’m a four letter word that starts with s.

i’m sitting in my room typing on an old computer from the college days. feeling like. just feeling like. feeling like because class blew my ass, work blew my ass, and i got financially blown up the ass today. i feel like screaming a four letter word that starts with f. i feel like yelling it over and over and over and over, only sometimes just go ahead and add mother to the front and er to the end.

i’m listening to some slow and easy relaxing music, to calm the nerves, to get my head to just float up in the clouds, to get my fingers to just type away. but instead of feeling like i’m in heaven i feel like i’m in a four letter word that starts with h.

and i just got one of those phone calls. one of those phone calls you don’t want. not because you don’t want to answer but because you don’t want to hang up. so now i feel like my life is always a big fat five letter word that starts with b.

my neck hurts. my eyes are tired. i’m hot. i’m damp. i’m just feeling like. and i’m certainly depressed, only put god and a four letter word that starts with d in front of depressed.

i feel like a four letter word that spells mess.

two words, first one spells feeling second spells like.