Tonight a friend messaged. He said FEEL> ….Like the weather outside.I thought, “Really!? Feel? But that’s exactly what I wanna stop for some time. Stop feeling. Stop thinking.” But that’s besides the point…
Nevertheless, I went out. Closed my eyes, breathed in the air, FELT the night… What was this discontent? This apathy? The hollow silence? Was it outside? Or inside?
The summer storm that touched parts of the city barely showed. The glimmer of a storm that never stormed. The silence of a rain that barely came. It leaves the story of the soul battered and untold…
thewhimsicalrealist 