Walking in the rain hearing the droplets tick.
Every one of them just a muffled kick.
Uncertain of what's necessary to get out of the gray.
Internal motivation melts away and everything points to me having to stay, in that rain.
Continues noise, rythmic sound
Simple yet so profound but i wont find joy.
Easy going nothingness, just the water falling down, a game of chess and youre a pawn.
Cursing it all in agony and then crying to get rid of that all.
The never ending feeling of that tumbling fall just keeps on going but you want to stall, you want to stop. You want to figure it out you dont want to drop, you want to be still like the water in a pond, not disturbed not in fear, that feeling you want to be beyond.
You want to understand what you have to do in order to...
Instead the waves overtake your movement and energy is scarce, so you drift along not aware
of your surroundings
Why is the question and why is all
The all you cried about
The all you cursed about
The all you cant controll
It all feels so useless in the end
So you let go
In an effort to find peace with falling
In an effort to find peace in the rain
In an effort to flow with the river and find peace in the rythmic noise and in your static pain.
