Dew

It’s not because I can’t feel, it’s because it’s numb. The pain and the joy have almost become one. The rain falls on my face, refreshing and clean. I feel closer to it than to any one of my dreams. Maybe it’s because it feels sad, when it’s wet out and cloudy and the sky looks mad. When thunder rolls and the lightning flares, I feel like I have someone whom with to share. I can yell at the sky and it will cry and scream back, the wind in my hair and the rain on my back. In the morning when the storm has passed I’m alone once again, save the mist in the air and the dew on the grass.      

Author's Note

Just something I came up with. Talks about feeling alone sometimes and looking for refuge in something.

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[Tate Morgan]

So often we realize we are small and insignificant in the ethos of things. But if we are lucky a thought can be larger than a universe