They always say:
But what if the rain never stops?and it decided to drown everything in that gloomy dark water beneath those angry dark clouds? I’ve seen it happen before. It could happen again.
Sometimes you feel lonely inside no matter how well-loved you are. It feels so lonely that nobody seem to think exactly how you do. Nobody seem to know how to connect the dots. To understand you when you try not to speak.
Who are these people? You can’t recognize their way of speech. Their thought patterns are too different, you can’t relate, you can’t speak to them because they will misunderstand you.
I used to enjoy conversations. I don’t want to speak any more than what work requires me to say.
A dear friend I know would say this… if I say that. But why the hell is she reacting that way? why would she respond like that when the appropriate response is like what my dear friend would say.
And I feel so sad about it. But maybe this is what they say about growing up, they perfectly call it Maturity.
I can perfectly picture pinkish petals falling from its trees, like breathing, it removes the impulses away from me. I want to live under it against the tangerine skies. If only that is possible. I would give up my heart for it.
But Physics is too smart. It’s nothing like what I was taught. or what I thought I was taught.
I just miss talking to my friends. They are spontaneous and…
After all, by the end of the day…
Will always give you back your inner drive because…