i love rain, the fresh smell of rain is calming, the drops of rain give beats and play melodies.
but i'm afraid of thunders. it gives me rush. it is one of my phobia and it strike every inch of me.
i love stars, it's tiny and bright. make me ponder, if you're golden, even when other things are bigger, you still shine.
but darkness is a weakness. i cant see through the dark. it scares me that i'm afraid i have a false instinct and i couldnt find the light.
and with these I realised, there's an ugly of beauty and vice versa. it's upon how we look on something. find the gold and accept the coal