Complicated.

Rain

Is it possible to be both confident, and insecure?
Sometimes I walk with my head in the clouds but then
it Rains.

It always, Rains.

Whenever I'm free-falling into trenches that seem infinite,
I overcompensate until the next thing I know, I'm scaling Mt.Everest.
But no matter how high I get, the Rain never truly ends.

And as harsh as it may sound, this realization of my never ending Rain, helps, more than it hurts.
Knowing that the pain that comes with my Rain wont stop until I am nothing but a grain of sand that's stepped on by tourists at my favorite beaches has strangely given me peace of mind.
It's given me clarity.
I know now that not only is life hard, but it will always be hard.
No matter how much money I make, or girls I date, trips I take, or smiles I fake,
they're still fake.
It still Rains.

So I guess you could say I've grown fond of my Rain.
The Rain taught me that not every day can be sunny.
They also taught me to never trust the weatherman because the weatherman gets paid to ruin your day, but I guess that's Indiana for you.
Inconsistent.

Not like my Rain.

I can always count on my Rain.
That's why we're friends.
They follow me everywhere I go and sometimes my Rain gets my other friends wet and it hurts knowing that their weather has changed because of me but I can't help it.

When it Rains, it pours.
I hate myself for it, they shouldn't have to weather my storm.
The caps are white and the tide is high so it's dangerous in these waters.
Lightning strikes sharp rocks that would sink even the best sailor's ship.
And the beasts that lurk below are drawn on cavern walls with clay and lavender, warning all to stay away.

But I am not afraid.
For I have always been good at swimming.