Rain

It's dark outside and it's raining.
It smells so sweet and fresh.
It's the perfect day to stay inside, sit on my bed, and rest.
It's raining and it's dripping and I feel content.
I have an aching in my belly.
I'm hungry, but I'm set.

And I'm breathing.
I'm breathing like I just woke up, but I'm breathing all the same.
I don't care if I know the world.
I don't care if I know my name because I'm seeing.
I'm smelling and I hear.
None of it is tainted.
Not much gives me lesser fear, along with the sunset and the stars; the moon and the clouds. With this I'm free and I'm found...
until the rain stops.

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Freestyles are freeing. =P


I'm a new person. I'm even newer than that poem above. Every time I create, I'm new. Every time I feel or think, I'm new. And I want to be changed. I want to be different. I don't want to be the same for more than 30 seconds even. For me, things need to stay lively. Nothing can be monotonous. So, everyday I alter myself and I alter my life. I look for things that I didn't notice before. I put things in front of me that weren't before. That satisfies me. I'm glad to know that.