I cannot imagine a more peaceful sensation Than watching the rain fall around me.
Many people seem to associate the rain with melancholy- Something I may never understand.
The rain brings with it a cold, I cannot deny that, But why let that diminish what serenity it has brought us?
Watching those glistening silvery droplets accumulating on my windowsill, I instantly, as if some supernatural force comes about me, Havenít a care in the world. Or at least I havenít a will to think about them.
Another day without anyone to call my own, anything to call my own, Another day of meaningless work and crippling monotony, Another day of coming home to shut myself away, Feign friendship online or quietly keep to myself. Another day to think, About all I should do. Another day to reflect, On what I should have. Who I should have. Another day to feel like the only one without someone to lean on, Another day of being ostracized, courtesy of myself.
Do you know that feeling? The feeling of not being good enough, Like you cannot find...