So I'm at the Sunny coast. I'm currentlysitting at an internet booth looking over the river at the SunshinePlaza, cause i can'tget to blogger on my phone. And the keyboard isseriously laaaame.

Do you ever get those nightswhen you seriously can't get to sleep?
Well, I've had ita few times in my life. I got it thefirst night i came to the sunnycoast actually. It was horrible. I'd just watched "the lovely bones" which was cool, sme things freaked me out a tad bit, but it was fine. Until i went to my room. The dark room, and randomlyall of these thoughts completely clouded my mind, all of these scenarios that madenosense, but they made sense at the time, and i was shaking, and i was cold, andmy mind was going a mile a minute and it was like i was dreaming, but i was awake at the same time.

and i kept on getting upandtrying tomake myself vomit because i feltso sick in mystomach. and i was praying the whole timein my head, really really hard... but nothing changed. Thisrandom, half-dreamed thought kept on coming into my head that this is what a world without God is like.

and then, i actually called out, with my voice "Jesus help me" ... and then i got to sleep. Peacefully. and i didn't wake up till morning.

Random ey?

So, i spent the day reading "Wuthering Heights" while Amity slept, pretending to be pregnant, stopping amity from getting into Mummys make-up, dancing with amity to "Fader" by the Temper Trap, and making a gigantic Cubby House. It was amazing. 2 doonas lining the tiles, and most of the dining room covered in sheets. In there, Amity and I had heaps of pillows and biscuits, and even some lollies, and we read some of Brer Rabbits adventures and even some Molly Moon. And when we stopped reading we just listened to "Grenade" by Bruno Mars, "Fader" by Temper Trap, "Airplanes" by BoB, and "Eet" by Regina Spektor over and over again. It was great.

By the way, that photo up the top was an accidental picture i took. I was trying to get a photo of me smiling, but the camera zoomed in cause it was on a weird setting, so i looked away cause i thought it'd already taken it. i soft focused it though, or else it'd look gross :P But yer, i thought it was pretty cool!

Grenade.

Unrequited love...

isn't it painfully beautiful?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR6iYWJxHqs

Getting caught in the rain sounds so romantic and spontaneous. But what if you plan for it? Why must it be getting “caught”? To get “caught” makes rain sound like a villain, but we all know that is far from the truth. Rain is a beautiful thing. But not too many people plan for it.

Today i sat on my bedroom floor and listened to the first few drops of water hit the roof from the sky. I can't pin point the reason, but i can pinpoint the feeling that drove me to walk outside. It was this overwhelming sense of joy, and God was on my mind. And some how, for some reason at the exact time that the first few drops of rain fell from the sky i felt like i was inhaling God.

I just walked outside, into the heat of the day and felt a couple spontaneous and heavy droplets of rain land on me, and each time i flinched. Finally i lay down on my back and felt the occasional drop hit my face, and the hot cement warmed my back.

after a while, i heard the rain peltering down on distant roofs, and the sound grew louder, and louder and louder.... i remember when i was a child, my mum and i would sit outside and wait for the storm to approach, and watch as a wall of rain came towards us. My mum said it was the rain "walking".

I rolled over onto my stomach and listened to the rain walking towards me, and soon, the rain was showering down on me, and soaking my clothes. I looked down at the dry patch of cement under my tummy shrink as puddles of rain invaded, and very soon my clothes were completely drenched. And to think, the water that soaked my clothes fell directly from the sky.

“If God’s love was water, you’d be standing in the rain.”
a boy once said to me.

Well, Tom, today i wasn't just standing in it, but I was lying in it, drenched in it, i wore the rain and i was completely absorbed in it.

and today, i lay in the rain until the last drop fell from the sky.

One day, I want to fly up into the sky.

But that is a misconception, cause the sky is everywhere.
and it starts at your feet.

For days and days, the rain beat its fists
on the roof of our house -
evidence of the terrible mistake
God had made.

Each morning, when i woke
i listened for the tireless pounding,
looked at the drear through the window
and was relieved
that at least the sun had the decency
to stay the hell away from us.