And when I look outside, watching those raindrops fall softly on the streets below. I should indulge myself in their sweetness, in the beauty they represent. I should go outside and take it inside. Take myself back to those days... those days too far away.
I have a strange hunger for emptiness and fulfilment at the same time. I wanna feel lost but have a goal... all at the same time.
I'm wondering this while I watch my candy coloured fingertips wander around my keyboard. Typing in all these words that don't mean much, but say so many things.
All the while the rain keeps falling, down,... I imagine it going over my face like little tears in a never-ending stream. I imagine it washing away all my sorrows. Cause lets face it, there's no time for sorrows and pain.
In a awkward attempt to make sense of this life, we often loose ourselves in believes. We believe we know, we believe we exist, we believe there is more, we believe there is less. But in the end, there is only that: believe. And when we finally stop breathing, it will go away like that last bundle of air leaving our body.
So I believe I can become someone, does it matter at all if I will become someone? No off course not, only the road to it, counts and it counts only for me and only for the time that there's a me.
I hear the busyness of daily life coming through the sounds of the weather and I remind myself of the everyday tasks that lie ahead.
I need to study,
I need to get up and shower,
I need to go to the store and buy things to fill our life's and stomachs with,
I need to live this life, while it lasts.
But stopping to think about it... once in a while... feels good.
