Wednesday, July 18, 2007

i like waking up to a dimly lit sky, and as dawn approaches, the sky doesn't lighten up. the skies overcast, wind blowing on our faces unceasingly, occasionally howling. and then whipping up a storm. i like wearing an oversized pullover, feeling warm enough yet still cold. hands in my jeans pocket. enjoying the fearfulness of the skies.

of how it is like to feel trapped in the rain yet free. so carefree. how i can hum under my breath a little louder than usual with my ipod plugged lightly into my ears so that i can still hear the claps of thunders and howls of wind. i can hum the saddest songs, hang the most sullen look upon my face and nobody will realise. everyone's just too busy keeping their umbrellas, looking for a dry spot at the busstop to prop their asses against. busy trying to keep out of the rain. busy trying not to wet their dainty toes.

me? i'm just all alone. because they, unlike myself, have failed to notice the beauty of this dreadful weather. because this is what i like the most. because nobody will notice. even if you sit at a corner with tears rolling down your cheeks. no one will know. because they're too busy arranging their umbrellas. because they'll choose to believe your face is speckled with raindrops. because they are too afraid to care.

and that's what i like the most about thunder. lightning. rain. wind. howls. they allow you to freely express yourself in the open and yet be concealed. publicly private. that's what i like most.

-cheryl
9:52 AM

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