Before I go back to closing my eyes, I look at the ceiling, listening to the rain as it produces its constant lullaby. Today the sound is just as soothing as I expected. My body relaxed just goes into doing its own thing. Can you blame me? It's cold, raining...what else do I need? At least, that's what I tend to ask myself often. Don't you sometimes think about that too? Feeling like what you have, or rather, the things you gain by your own don't seem to be enough? Or maybe that you don't deserve such things? Well, I'm not ungrateful. Actually, it's a miracle I'm able to get what I get. Nonetheless, there's often people who are by my side that my make me wonder.... why? There are way more options out there with more knowledge, money, confidence...yet they choose the to take what's on the bottom of the pit. What's more heart-taking is how little I can offer no matter how much I try. They always teach me new ways to improve, yet all I can do is just look at your dark, shiny eye as you carefully explain to me slowly.
My voice locks itself up and only comes out once they're gone. If only I could show you anything new...ANYTHING. Why can't I? You're so good at everything and I can't help but feel small and. And you know what's funny? I don't fucking hate you. On the contrary, you make me feel things. Things I can't help but face. I want you to look at me. Not for what you see now, but for what you'll see soon.
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Rainy Midnight Thoughs
PoetryBeing cozy, with the only shine in the room being a night lamp and right outside your window hearing the sky's tears drop as you stare at the ceiling. Well, this could lead to perhaps two alternate routes: 1.Falling into the depths of sleep and end...
