Thoughts of the rain
I like this subdued, whimsical clarity that envelopes me as I walk in the wetness of my world after a passing rain. It is warm and comforting, like tears after pain, and I walk in it alone no place in particular that I want to reach, nothing to think, nothing to wish. I am empty of feeling and thought. tired, but strangely content for I know there is nothing I can do. to change what is... nothing I would do It is what it is and I want nothing right now I just walk.. I am alone and I am happy Sign in to see full entry.