Remember those days when you were a child?
Ofcourse you do! Remember how you loved cold wet rain, and free rainclouds? You couldn't forget them. Can you?
Those oozing dark clouds and drops of water flowing down yes what bliss it used to be.. you'll ignore the world and burry your head in your knees and get drenched like a hopeless fool fully aware that you are going to get severely beaten up, beaten up for having a moment of happiness all to yourself. The smell of freshly rain-kissed soil, of water drops, of green leaves soaked with love..... Yes it was very close to happiness then.
But then you are strong, you always have been, you had to be... Always. You became so outrageously strong that you had to outgrow yourself as quickly as you could blink and walla! What a great impermeable wall you have made out of yourself...
Like all the rational robots out there you find rainclouds depressing now. Oh yes! It is after all a severe depression that leads to thunderstorms and you like all those mature grown up robots out there are too old for masochism now.
So yes rainy days are different now. You must rush home, change your wet clothes, even your wet skin. Reach out for the most absorbant piece of shit you can get your hands on and dry yourself to the core as fast as you can, because you can't let those moisture drops contaminate the reminiscence of your fading half insane half evolved brain now. You hate rain as much as you hate your weaker self.
You have convinced yourself that having some moisture near you will kill you, and so will relationships. Good that you grew up. Good that you chose survival over life. Congratulations your smile will never reach out to your eyes anymore. You've successfully kissed all the clouds goodbye.
Ofcourse you do! Remember how you loved cold wet rain, and free rainclouds? You couldn't forget them. Can you?
Those oozing dark clouds and drops of water flowing down yes what bliss it used to be.. you'll ignore the world and burry your head in your knees and get drenched like a hopeless fool fully aware that you are going to get severely beaten up, beaten up for having a moment of happiness all to yourself. The smell of freshly rain-kissed soil, of water drops, of green leaves soaked with love..... Yes it was very close to happiness then.
But then you are strong, you always have been, you had to be... Always. You became so outrageously strong that you had to outgrow yourself as quickly as you could blink and walla! What a great impermeable wall you have made out of yourself...
Like all the rational robots out there you find rainclouds depressing now. Oh yes! It is after all a severe depression that leads to thunderstorms and you like all those mature grown up robots out there are too old for masochism now.
So yes rainy days are different now. You must rush home, change your wet clothes, even your wet skin. Reach out for the most absorbant piece of shit you can get your hands on and dry yourself to the core as fast as you can, because you can't let those moisture drops contaminate the reminiscence of your fading half insane half evolved brain now. You hate rain as much as you hate your weaker self.
You have convinced yourself that having some moisture near you will kill you, and so will relationships. Good that you grew up. Good that you chose survival over life. Congratulations your smile will never reach out to your eyes anymore. You've successfully kissed all the clouds goodbye.
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