your heart is my piñata…

I like looking out of vehicle windows when it rains. I see the outside world as a vague and wounded object, full of scars and tears from the wind and the rain.

I like looking out of vehicle windows when it rains, because there I see a world where I can ask the questions I’m not allowed to ask; I can say words I am not allowed to say; I can cry tears I’m not allowed to cry; and I can feel the pain I have no right to feel.

They say you’ll only know your limit once you get there. Something tells me I am thisclose to being broken beyond repair.