Tonight the world seems quiet. With the rain falling on a drought ridden expanse, the spirits of all things in nature seem to gasp in awe. This water, the gift of life which is given by chance from the sky, brings all creatures together. We shiver in the rain, and yet we dance. While the drops dampen our clothes, we can’t help but look to the sky and feel the patterns of the weather upon our very own skin. It is a connection between the earth and its creatures that precedes all memory. The desire to linger in showers of rain comes from within; a call from the wild to connect with our roots. As the trains pass and the cars splash, I question my quite small life. It lacks a value, a depth, a passion, that I have always sought to fulfill me. As I approach my second decade, I feel a revolution growing inside my heart. Something has begun to twist and turn; something desperate to be heard. I hear the calls of the wild, drops of rain whispering my name; a new chapter is about to begin.
I'm Hayley. I'm a patchwork of inadequacy. And I am very happy to be that way.