You know what’s ringing through my head?
“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?”
How do you even think of something like that?
I don’t even know how to spell labyrinth.
For me instead of a labyrinth, it feels more like an ocean. Dark and endless.
Sometimes, there is an ever so slight glimmer of light at the surface but, it feels pointless?
By pointless, I mean swimming towards it.
I mean I only see it on rare occasions.
For so long I’ve felt like I’m just swimming in circles.
Finding myself right back where I started.
So then, I ask myself:
Do I even have that much air to reach the top? Can I really swim for that long?
Do I pace myself or try to swim as fast as I can to reach the destination?
Or would it be easier to let myself drown?
Let the water consume me?
And then, after time, become forgotten.
Just another carp in an endless sea.
This is what often runs through my mind.
Nothing scares me more than the ocean and yet I love it. It’s so beautiful.
I love the mystery behind it.
What happens after I drown? What happens if I keep swimming to the top?
Which one leads to happiness?
I’m scared of both answers so I continue to swim.
How much longer do I have to swim?
It’s an endless loop.
The Labyrinth and the Ocean.
Why won’t They just consume me Their self?

Why does everyone hate the rain?
Is it because they think of it as gloomy?
Or that the rain is paired with sadness?
If so, what’s so wrong with that?
I love this rain
Give me earphones and soft music
I’ll run for miles in this rain
Rain is beautiful
Feeling each drop fall onto my skin
To feel is to be alive, right?
I feel alive in this rain
Waves of sadness and happiness,
They wash all over me
I can see her perfectly in this rain
Yes, it’s almost clear here
On this gloomy September day
Rain, rain, stay here with me,
Forever, in this rain, with me.