by Lauren McCombe
Life is puddles, and the failed application of umbrellas to rainy situations - we’re all just as beautiful in the downpour. I remember asking you to dance with me then, to let yourself admit the fragility of my being. Your toes were dry within pristine leather, while my own were soaked in the beauty of my breakdown. We’re such different people, you and I. Now that I think of it, I’m glad that you watched from a distance. It’s a small comfort (but a comfort nonetheless) that you were there to dry me in sensibility when the great freedom of it all became too cold to dance in.
Lauren McCombe has been falling over pretty much constantly for the past six years, and has mourned the loss of over four umbrellas.