In ten of the raindrops,
Some weren’t even rain at all.
The storm falls loud and heavy,
Yet something quieter feels heavier still.
Everything faces backwards,
And without a doubt, they walk away —
Leaving nothing behind
But a mark that will never fade.
So little, yet already lost,
With no figure to show the wrong or the right.
Cold and lonely — carved into my bones.
Then came a warm breeze,
A whisper guiding me
To the sanctuary where I belong.
The warm breeze calls to me again.
The only difference this time — I don’t follow.
Not because I can’t,
But because I won’t.
I know I’ll be stagnant if I do.
Yet I’ve found a scent —
So beautiful,
So broken.
I followed the scent,
And I found a creature —
So pretty,
Yet so… pity.
The creature reminds me of my old self —
Helpless,
Lost,
Until I found a breeze —
A warm breeze that guided me.
Maybe it’s time
I become
The warm breeze
Myself.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
In ten of the raindrops,
Some weren’t even rain at all.
The storm falls loud and heavy,
Yet something quieter feels heavier still.
Everything faces backwards,
And without a doubt, they walk away —
Leaving nothing behind
But a mark that will never fade.
So little, yet already lost,
With no figure to show the wrong or the right.
Cold and lonely — carved into my bones.
Then came a warm breeze,
A whisper guiding me
To the sanctuary where I belong.
The warm breeze calls to me again.
The only difference this time — I don’t follow.
Not because I can’t,
But because I won’t.
I know I’ll be stagnant if I do.
Yet I’ve found a scent —
So beautiful,
So broken.
I followed the scent,
And I found a creature —
So pretty,
Yet so… pity.
The creature reminds me of my old self —
Helpless,
Lost,
Until I found a breeze —
A warm breeze that guided me.
Maybe it’s time
I become
The warm breeze
Myself.
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