He sat on the bottom step of his front porch, the cold rain washing over him. He felt it seeping into his skin until it was chilling his bones, but he didn't seem to mind.
It drenched his clothes until they draped themselves to fit him. His shirt clung to his arms slightly and hung loosely around his stomach as he hunched over his knees.
The thoughts in his head were racing around so fast and changed so often it knocked the wind out of him and he was soon gasping for air. He felt suffocated by everything even though he was outside. He couldn't breath and he didn't know why.
It was all the little things adding up, he assumed. All the small hits he'd been taking were finally beating him, all the sleepless nights were adding up, draining his energy until he was helplessly sitting on that top porch step drowning himself in his thoughts and the rain.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
