The rain is nice — sometimes.
Whispering gently into my ear,
your words brought me satisfaction.
I pondered day in and day out
about what they might mean.
Satisfaction wasn’t enough,
and no matter how rough
the situation was,
I lingered upon the threads of the promises made.
I have only but memories of utterances you rained down upon me.
They kept me safe.
Even when the airwaves strike my face,
and grace of rain hails down from space,
all I can see,
feel,
and touch,
are the words of unholy contentment.
A pure delight.
Don’t doubt, just live.
I have a few things I wanted to get off my chest. I’ve been feeling a bit down rcently, and I always find that strange.
I know that’s a weird thing by itself, to find feeling down as peculiar. I don’t, It’s just that sometimes I don’t realize how blessed I really am in my life.
Wondering how to do this and that, searching for an answers on different things, I don’t want to do that anymore. That never gets me anywhere. It chains me and keeps me down. This overthinking is a nightmare, a true real life waking nightmare. It’s horrible. I hate it, and I don’t want it anymore.
I’m not the most altruistic person in the world, but I try my best to do my share of goodness in the world. I’m getting an education, and I have food and a bed to sleep on every night. That’s all one needs. I won’t let the small mundane things of everyday life get in the way anymore.
What possessed to take such a move is the fact that I’ve been living in this vicious cycle of doubt. This doubt is crumbling, tearing me to pieces. What is there to life if you only doubt? What next, am I to doubt my own doubts? It became ridiculous. I wasn’t feeling like myself, or what I wish myself to be.
All is good in my life at this moment. I have no reason to feel down, I have no reason to doubt, I have no reason to rot away my life because of merely nothing, or even everything.
All I know is that from now on, I’ll try to be a different person. I’ll try to embrace the grandness and simple joys of this short existence that we call life.
I’m going to bed now, knowing that I’ll wake up to see the sun tomorrow. Life is great, and there’s nothing wrong with the world.
Repetition is vital.
Repetition is godsent,
An intercession of reiterated words
Repetition scribed to the depths
It molds and holds down
You keep hearing it, over, and
Over.
Anew, I would repeat,
Reveal,
Express,
Whatever you want to hear, whatever
That makes you complete.
Repetition is refreshing,
It keeps you unblemished
And safe.
It holds you, and clasps you
on to the shores of well-being.