I didn't realize it was raining until my clothes were soaked.
A dense fog abruptly concealed everything around me.
Apathy is a thief of reason.
It's easy to forget why we stay.
Instead, I ask what I'd miss.
The warmth of the sun on my face.
The sound of the ocean hitting the shoreline.
My best friend's laugh.
My cat purring.
The mountains.
Late-night drives.
Blue eyes.
Music.
Trees.
Fleeting moments that we take for granted.
The rain will stop and my clothes will dry.
The fog will dissipate.
And I will choose to stay.