The pretty silhouettes drenched in honey touched rain the honey that sooths my wounded palms and soul,the tremendously intoxicating breath of rain.Seems just enough to heal me from within,ever so lovely a sight that I almost reach out to touch to believe ,and feel the soft rain soak my thirsty palm,overwhelmed by its effects I greedily clench my fist in hopes of holding on to its healing touch forever, whilst the ever so comforting puddle just slides right off my clench.Almost seems like it never happened ,like love is a lie,like time can cheat.
I'm learning that it is unfair to hold on, starting to understand the feeling of letting go cause I'll never know, and that it is unjust not to live the moment and to try and seize it and that it matters to be there and be happy and exist in those few seconds like there is no tomorrow,the happiness in the spur of the moment is what matters.It is the insignificant tiny details that truly matter.