I love cloudy days. Everyone is inside, safe, while I am outside, walking. The wind violent and loud. People hide away, and the world belongs to only a few people for a moment.
Cloudy days are like the night. The people sleep, and the world outside twists and contorts and is reborn a new world.
There are barely any humans left. It’s silent, it feels dangerous. Forbidden.
I like cloudy days. I like the night. When the world dies, and is reborn a new, I am able to love myself. I am able to be myself in peace. My true nature is released. Change takes place. I learn more, I grow faster.
I think I am a nocturnal being. I think I was meant to live in the wind.