I lie in my bed as I reminisce about my terrible day, lost in rumination. Rain pattering on the windows—fast and hard, marking their territory. The thoughts in my head creep into my brain as the rain creeps into the air after a sunny day. Unnecessary, disappointing, and a constant cycle. They tarnish all the bright moments and I can’t escape it. The rain will continue to pour down and “ruin” sunny days, as will my thoughts derived from my head. It’s inevitable, and I can’t do anything about it. Sure, I can use an umbrella and act like the rain isn’t pouring down on me, like my thoughts aren’t unmaking me. But I know that’s not true. The umbrella does too—that’s why it eventually caters to the storm, leaving me soaked. I will never be dry, not fully. Not fully protected from the rain, the thoughts, and the storms that come along with it. Thus leaving me exposed and endlessly drenched.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
I lie in my bed as I reminisce about my terrible day, lost in rumination. Rain pattering on the windows—fast and hard, marking their territory. The thoughts in my head creep into my brain as the rain creeps into the air after a sunny day. Unnecessary, disappointing, and a constant cycle. They tarnish all the bright moments and I can’t escape it. The rain will continue to pour down and “ruin” sunny days, as will my thoughts derived from my head. It’s inevitable, and I can’t do anything about it. Sure, I can use an umbrella and act like the rain isn’t pouring down on me, like my thoughts aren’t unmaking me. But I know that’s not true. The umbrella does too—that’s why it eventually caters to the storm, leaving me soaked. I will never be dry, not fully. Not fully protected from the rain, the thoughts, and the storms that come along with it. Thus leaving me exposed and endlessly drenched.
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