The image isn't my writing but this is what I had to say about it - my little add on & I don't even know if this makes any sense but anyways.
And with you gone I almost went crazy, unsure of how to cope with the thunderous rain, forever stuck listening to it pelting down on my car.
And now - months later - I don't need a bridge.
Although the rain is still here and raining down on me, I've grown accustomed with it.
I got so used to the rain that I didn't mind it, in fact I found a sort of solitude in it, in the noise, in the feeling.
I guess it was nice to have peace in the rain - to be covered from all the harshness in the world - but I always knew that I had to come out from under the bridge - you - someday, you couldn't protect me from everything.
I'm okay with the rain but I know that when it passes, the sun will appear and a spectrum of colours produced by the dispersion of light will materialise, and the rain may come back again or it may never go away but that's okay too because the rain is just as good as the sunshine.
You shielded me from all that was bad in the world but maybe that's not what I needed. Because I'm doing better than I ever was with you.
