Tell me about the fire.

Living can't be easy

with all this angst

that seems to accompany passion

stars really do not align

although the tides do turn

There's some truth

and there's some lies

in nature and this living,

it can't be easy

"Romance awaits you."

Our hearts can be most resilient

when seeking love

Imagine the brightest human star

showing up on your doorstep

like a lit up dream

all light and fire and life

This radiant beast,

she burns for you,

and that takes a toll

on a soul

"Passionate new love appears in your life when you least expect it."

Why can't this be easy?

Truth be told

none of us want to be alone

and none of us want to need someone

or feel the strain of being needed

If the creature at the doorstep

is open and leaking blood on the stoop

suddenly that's all we see

no more light is visible

it's just the misery and that want

that rawness that eclipses our light

Living is not easy

and to love, this is life

and living can't be easy.

   

Rubber ratty?

Like many people, I dislike rats.  They conjure up feelings of terror, filth, and the ignorant fear of something I, as a human "lady," do not understand and cannot relate to.

Now,  let's talk about something soothing, like a nice, relaxing bath.  Unless you're afraid of water or some sort of similar fuck-up, most people do enjoy an aromatic, calming bath.

It appears he is bathing, as we say in the rat bath business, 'rat-free.'

Of course, you'd never take a bath with a rat, would you?  Apparently, I would.  Last night, I dreamed I was in my parents old tub (the one I grew up bathing in) and I was bathing with a dead rat.  I was also making a video with instructions on how to bathe with a dead rat (you keep it by your feet, by the drain).  Or, I was making mental notes for the instructions because the purpose of this bath was to make sure my instructions were correct.  

How would anyone know how to bathe properly with a dead rat unless I told them?

I had finished either saying or mentally cataloging my instructions and started to drain the water.  I went to pick up the rat by its tail and it fucking came alive!  I was so terrified and then I woke up, still scared.

Luckily, the terror of the dream faded seconds after I woke up because I immediately started crying over a recent heartbreak.  So, I soon had the feeling of sad misery instead of rat-come-alive bath terror.  My first moments before waking were horrifying and then, once awake, my mind (ol' reliable) pulled up a sad memory so I could trade the terror for sorrow.  Thank you, brain, for all of this.  It's like a fucking Price is Right Showcase!

I suppose there could be baths more scary than a rat bath?