sudden storms with high winds and flooding
Sometimes I don’t cry on short car journeys.
The real crying has started, home alone, listening to music while cleaning the house. The sort of crying that splatters the inside of your spectacles, a thunderous downpour without windscreen wipers inside of my spectacles. Needing a big hanky to clean the streams of mess. Temporary disabled in a sudden storm. It feels like some form of progress.