I like rain, in a sense.
Not that I’m at ease, staying outside when raining, but my habitat is inside. I just like rain to be there. A quiet, yet inspiring friend.
Gloomy days are energizing for me like sunny days are for others.
Days you are invited to stay indoors. More silent days. Made for reflection.
Purification from the distracting excesses of the world.
When others feel boredom, I feel energies flowing. Energies guarded inside, that find their right environment to come out.
So, I find myself having those energies circulate in my mind, or streaming through the keyboard, in some form. For me, it means to be alive, with purpose.
But today, rain is simply cold. A wet and detached entity that permeates reality. No eyes. No mind. No will.
All that remains is frozen stillness.
I’m pushed into the depths of my emotions, to find only icy caves. Caverns where perhaps someone once lived.
I emerge from there with a different identity. That of an observer. Without expectations, without memory. Cold.
Like this rain.
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