Each droplet reminds me of myself, how ive held these very dams like the clouds themselves. the clouds are lucky, they can ease there pain. meanwhile i lay in dismay. sometimes i cry with the clouds, maybe then my sobs wouldnt be so loud. the comforting sound that my window gets beaten by, pounding loud. the warmth and comfort i seeked, was met with a bitter cold, which was oddly unique. it held me safe in a numbing embrace, slippery, and wet, but safe. it calms my train lf thoughts, stopping it from wandering too far, keeping me inside, sheilding me from the cruel cruel world, sort of like mother gothel , keeping rapunzel away to keep herself from growing old. the rain keeps me, so im the one who isnt alone.
umbrella sheilds arent needed anymore - mai k. (01.18.24)
