:|[ reasoning with the rain ]|:
I can hear the rain outside, pounding against the rooftop, thrashing the vegetation outside, cascading down the stairs, all but begging to get inside, to drench me from head to toe until I become one with the mud, just another obstacle in the mediocre sunshine state drainage system. Should I give in, allow the little droplets to cover my body one by one until not an inch remains, slowly allowing the millions of beads of water unite and drown me from the inside out? Would it really be so bad? I could break away from the constraints of the physical world, go on an infinite number of journeys, never dying yet not being an actual living being. For the rest of existence I would just... be. Not alive and not dead, sometimes frozen in time watching the world change with no real concept of time at all, other times nothing more than a vapor trapped in a cloud somewhere above this world that is slowly watching its own demise. I want to be free like the water, free from emotion or feelings, free to travel anywhere and do anything, free to escape anywhere at anytime. I want to be able to take life yet be a necessity in sustaining it, want to watch the world go by in my own reflection. I want to be transparent and blinding. I want to be the ice that threatens the fire. Trashing rain, come and get me, take me away from here, from all that matters not. Come take me away.