its raining again. the tiny droplets are fast becoming pools of cold water. the plants still fresh from morning dew are now covered with spots of mud.
our building is silent, almost trembling with the unknown possibility of the future. the air is suspiciously calm, almost as rigid as the windows now used to being shut.the lanterns hang in deep sleep as if christmas is not coming any sooner.
and i... i am stuck, stranded in a feeling brought about by this rain. a feeling of shuffled unhappiness, confusion and only mild contentment. the rain does not bring the usual feeling of gladness anymore. it somehow betrayed us, brought the coldness to the innermost feelings of individuals.
i am not happy. i doubt anybody is...
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