Rain

Rain has always been my favourite weather
The thunder,
like my father;
loud and ground shaking.
The lightning,
like my mother;
quick and bright.
Always together,
a step ahead of another.
And I,
rising from the raindrops
collecting in puddles,
their love child,
follows them around.

To some he sounds like war and weary things.
To some she looks scary and scared things.
Together they seem so destructive and I,
was what lay in their path.
Never has anyone seen something,
so destructively preserved,
in a cocoon of hailstones,
away from the world.

Rain also reminds me of my first love,
how we shared a small intimacy in the slight drizzle of rain.
The memory where I knew tranquility and alas it was in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Rain is what I was born in,
to bring a clear sky.
Rain is what I sleep in,
under my starless night.
It soothed me,
when everything was a storm inside.
It cradled me in its muddy arms.
Brushed my hair with gentle winds,
leaving wet kisses on my cheeks.
It taught me how to dance,
without anyone watching.

It taught me that it's okay to get wet once in a while, to slip, to mess up, to nurture, to love, to give, to show your try nature without hesitation. 

It gave me, so many memories.

Bah Humbug

"I wanna see what you're willing to loose"

Humans are such stupid simple animals. We all fall in love under that same sky. The one that has changed colours for us since the beginning. We put it down to refraction of light and the wind currents how the sky turns orange and the clouds come together to paint our shared ceiling. The same painting under which a thousand people fall in love at the same time.

Some of us try to become less of us because we think that the we are loosing the everpresence of our fundamental ingredient and it works for some time. But our painted ceiling always brings us together in the most hypocritical ways because when the same sky darkens we run for shelter and find a new ceiling. We're divided and we think we're better off like that. In smaller groups, like a bacteria in it's cyst, we infect the earth with our greed.

We have learnt to displace the balance of the nature for our momentary gain of power and to ignore the consequences of our actions. We are greedy for the ocean's soul to be filled in tanks in the back of our cars, just so the we can move through time more slowly.

Time gained here, life lost there.

Some of us seem to come together and resonate, proving that our atoms have a wavelength which matches. This wavelength represents our energy, which changes. People change. Some people don't always resonate. There are very few people who are able to resonate. I've never had proof that it would last forever. But I believe it to be as distinct as the screeching of tires on the asphalt, that some of us have resonated since the beginning. Since the sky learned to change colours.

Many have spent their lives breathing and not living, surviving but not feeling alive. All of this is for naught in the end, but questions have chants and answers have rants that turn to debate and all we fear is fear itself so really, we are just simply dumb creatures.

In The Way

"When you start to look at me, our physical fatality"
~ Heaven In Hiding By Halsey

Ever searched for the garden of Eden in someone's eyes?

Or the way they laugh at your jokes?

In The Way they say your name and can't help but smile because they find it unique?

In The Way that smile pulls on their face when they see you waiting for them with a coffee in your hand for an 8 a.m. class?

In The Way they tell their mother about you?

In The Way they double over clutching you for support as you finish your parents dance routine?

In The Way their eyes close when you reach to pick an eyelash off their cheek and you ask them to make a wish even though you had stopped believing in them years ago?

Do you still look for the Garden of Eden when they can't take their eyes off of you because "you have this badass rocker vibe, leaning on your car with sunglasses on"?

When they tell you that you remind them of their favourite song?

When they bring you a flower from the garden they were sitting in because they thought it was beautiful and it reminded you of them?

When you hear them talking about how they want to bring a change in the world?

But there are times you wished you never did

New Year, New Me

New year, New Me is a chant that everyone sings
though some birds have stopped chirping, rather some cannot.
Still we believe that nothing changes
and the air will still blow
through the trees or the vents
and the birds will sing in harmony or in war
the blind will see the light of the day
New Year, New Me

Whenever you mess up, just start again;
mess up at 8? start again at 8:30
take a break and fall in pace with your heartbeat
don't wait for the new day, year or week

Breathing to live or to calm yourself down
following the rules to stay safe and sound
laughing in places you dare not be
changing your shades to colours you'be never seen 

New Year, New Me is a chant that everyone sings
and so praises and promises erases the past
moving on, problem free,
To something that would never last.











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