and it is always raining.

how many years are in a generation?


those of us in it 
don't define it
by years. 

A generation later...

ten years of my life treading water, 
a decade's worth of time out from under me.

and it is always raining.

10 years.
10 years have passed.

And I think about that dream.
My death via love. 
But the feeling of the wonder. 
That feeling inks on. 
Obviously. 

And to think,
I owe it all to a shitty bartending job.