"You have a raindrop running down your face just like a tear..."

Waking up this morning to the soft pattering of the rain on my window was definately a wishful thinking of never wanting to leave my bed.
Today was like a bucket. we were all scurrying around the rim of the bucket, trying to get to some form of direction of something that meant meaning to anyone. the bucket began filling with more and more water, getting closer to the rim. soon enough no one would have anywhere to go but over the edge of the bucket, into the unknown.
I know some people who's biggest fears are of the "unknown." i realised today i also fear it. but i am prepared for it to come.
Bring on fate!