Rainy Weather (Kazurei)

Divergence (Intermission)

What is the meaning of life? Friends? Love? Family? Fortune? Is there someone who knows the truth behind our mortality? Why are we given all these cryptic puzzles that we have no hope of ever solving? Are we all born with the same purpose that's never quite realised until our last breath? Or maybe we have different meaning in our lives that only those lucky few come to understand. Will my purpose ever come to light, or will I forever remain in the darkness of my own existence?

Who am I? What am I?

I'm viewing the world through a glass pane. I can see everything but I'm unable to interact with what sits before me. This invisible barrier keeps me confined. There are cracks and chips in the glass but it holds strong against my struggle to escape. Behind this pane, no one can hear my desperate cries for a saviour. It's hopeless. It's pointless. How can I shatter this glass with my bare hands? Is it even possible? I desire to break free.

Will I ever escape the confines of myself?

Lonely is the sorrowful heart. Sorrowful man who none quite understand. Trapped in a constant cycle of despair. "Tomorrow is a new day" the man would always tell himself. However, he always knew the incoming days would remain the same despite his efforts. Lonely is grief ridden soul. Lonely is the fury filled mind. Lonely is the man incapable of expressing his own emotions. Lonely is the man who is me.

What should I do?

I was always thought there was something poetic about the rain. The melodic thumps when the drops hit the earth is oddly soothing. The rain is a natural cleanser of a sad spirit. The soft noises of the rain outside always makes for a welcome sound to fill in for the silence. Is is true that the rain means the earth can cry, or is that just a simple childish belief I told myself  to think that perhaps there's a higher power who pities me?

Rain has always been my favourite type of weather. It gives me a sense of inner peace. Whenever it feels like I'm spinning out of control, the rain pulls me back. Weird isn't? I don't think I've ever heard of such a thing from someone else.

There's a man who's like a sunflower. He's bright and always looking at the bright side. His smile radiates a comforting warmth on all who see it. His yellow hair becomes golden in the sunlight highlighting his natural beauty. He stands tall and resilient to everything thrown his way, but he's also still just a fragile flower. Even when broken, even when he is on the verge of withering away. His golden glow still emanates his love and compassion no matter how dull the light becomes. My sunflower.

He really is just like a sunflower. My beautiful sunflower man. I haven't really thought about it, but he really goes out of his way to try to make sure I'm happy.