silences in between raindrops.

They were there, waiting and staring back at me. I could hear their laughter, like how could I forget. How could I ever forget. For a long time, it was just too much sun and heat. Too dry for emotions, too dry for anything to get a good grip and now, hearing them laugh, it was not hard to get caught up in it. How could I ever forget. It is nice to smile inside again, it is akin to being embraced by you. And the rain is doing that to me today. There is no rush for the sun, no need for the heat, it is good to feel cold again.

And as they fall I continue to gaze at the ripples of coolness, as they fall and wash over my world.

breaking down with style.

I always have had trouble going through this wall, and the thing is I know it isn't there at all; nothing keeping me at all from whatever was beyond that unpassable border. Except that in this situation, knowing isn't worth jackshit. I just didn't know what to make of that wall, of whatever it was. I couldn't put my mind's finger on what it was. Was it made of emotions or memories. Or just psychoshit that I made up unconsciously. Whatever it was, it was an unknown, and things were easier if I let it be, if I took it for granted and just kept on breathing for the sake of living. Easier said, and I know it bothered me more than I would like to give it credit for. It certainly took me long enough to say hello, and finally recognize it for what it was.

The wall was me, voices and all. demons and all. inconsistencies and all. I was right that it was never there at all.

I am moments away now from stepping through and sentimental as hell, I think I would like a look back.

Then I am through, and the air here smells like the ocean.