I've always loved the rain.
Being able to step, step, step in the puddles, wearing nothing but jeans and a sweater.
Being able to let wet drops of sadness fall down my cheeks as I come to a stop in a wonderland of small white flakes that drift down from the sky.
I've always loved the snow.
Being able to crunch, crunch, crunch deep into the depths of every hidden emotion I shoved down into the ground, nowhere to be seen.
Being able to stack the snow higher and higher until I reach the bright, yellow circle that melts the ground to nothingness.
I've always loved the sunshine.
Being able to feel the warmth soak into my skin and leave me burning inside with a deep anger that only I can control.
Being able to just lie in the grass, eyes shut, thinking about everything and nothing all at once until I open my eyes to a stingingly bright sun, only to shut my eyes once again because, well...
Although I love the rain, I do not wish to bathe in it.
Although I love the snow, I do not wish to be the angel within it.
Although I love the sunshine, I do not wish to stay in it.
And although I love you, I do not wish to keep you.
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Sanctuary
PoesíaSanctuary Noun A place of refuge or safety. A place to call home. To feel safe, secure, like everything is fine. To find comfort in the little things, or even the big things. To feel safe with someone, something, or doing someth...
