I don’t care for rain. even if it is the tears of the sky. I say, let the sky cry. Let its tears cover the earth whole, let it drown away its pain by yelling down at the innocents below with its terrifying, booming voice. Let it build itself a watery grave so deep that no rope could pull it out. Because, if anything, the sky deserves to sob, to cry, to anguish, to despair, to scream, to rage, to feel so empty that no explanation as to why or what will be able to fill it. The sky derives it as much as I did when you left me alone and cold in the rain with only my tears to fill the sky’s lonely void.

You loved all things paranormal. Back then, I saw how much of a ridiculous notion it was. The idea of things beyond reality were not meant to be loved, but questioned. What you had seen in such things had confused me immensely, but now I realize what you saw. You took these other worldly beauties because they exist without explanation, at odds with the scientific world. They defy the laws that bound us, take what we know and crush it to pieces. They make our world tedious and dull, causing us to open our eyes to better opportunities. I see why you believed and treasured the paranormal. It was more than just ghosts and demons and monsters. It was the wonder of never knowing what was going to happen, it was the excitement of learning more, it was the beauty of always trying to unravel the mysteries. I love that you were bigger than the ordinary human, open to adore the unknown and the mystifying.

My mother told me all humans were angels. And that scared me. I would ask her: where did their wings go? And she would answer: since birth, our feathers fell one by one from the humanity that was seeping into our bones. I would be sad and she would smile kindly telling me not to worry. We angels were not as bad as they seemed. But what worried me as I grew older was a fear I could’t shake off. We were meant to roam this earth for our match made in heaven. But the thing that terrifies me was that I was left wondering how this angel would break my heart because even if angels were not bad, the world we were placed in was.