The Rain that Feels Like HomeI moved away. And that was always the plan. I don't regret it. But I miss things. I miss people. I miss places. I miss the feel of home.
I always loved getting home from holidays. I'd step out of the plane and I'd feel it. My favourite rain.
I used to think that the downpours were my favourite. You'd be out for a second and everything would be drenched. It washed things away. It made everything all right. Nothing bad could happen in a downpour because nothing mattered except that feeling of freedom and possiblity.
But that's not my favourite rain. Not anymore. I love the rain that you feel when it isn't raining. It's more subtle than those subtle flecks. It's in the air, but it's not just moisture. It's the rain that means home to me.
I'll be going home soon. And I'm looking forward to it. But I'll leave again, and I won't regret it.
Optimism
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In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni, nisi in angulo cum libro.
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Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn. -TDK
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My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
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"If we ARE the only ones in the Universe... It sure is a big waste of space"
~Contact
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And this is only the lesser of my evils.
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