𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰

   Tonight, the sky is crying cold tears of sadness as if it touched the sorrow of my soul. I ran in the middle of the field, barefoot and naked, letting each drop of water touch my skin and they make me feel as if there are a million embraces from this cold rain shower on every particle of my body. 

Ah, how I wish that was you. I long for your voice to fill my ears with it's beautiful, calming tone like an unique song I would play on repeat, my favorite song.. The only one my heart would recognise. I long for your arms to wrap around me from behind, to feel protected and at home in your embrace. To feel the touch of your skin on mine as our bodies create warmth to each other from the source of life and love that we had.. What kills me the most is how much my soul feels out of place on this Earth with every bare step I take on the wet grass, with every breath I take to fill my lungs with life before I would release it slowly, with every day that passes by where my soul feels like it wants to tear the flesh of this living body and escape so it can seek yours.. It hurts. Only a few seconds would feel like an eternity of torture and time becomes my enemy. 

  You loved rain. I see you in every drop that falls to the ground. I feel you in every touch of the sky on my skin. I hear you in every thunder and I see you in all the lightnings that I catch a glimpse of. The rain.. So simple, yet so beautiful. Hated by many, loved by most, needed by all of us and yet it can create chaos if the sky is too sad. It's a beautiful disaster that we, humans, end up at the mercy of it. In a way, I find myself relating to that more than ever. My heart, my life, my devotion and loyality was given to you, my beautiful disaster, knowing you could break every piece of me, tear it into shreds and throw it on the ground to step on any chance given. 

The rain, I don't want it to stop, ever. 

The memory of you will never fade..