Closing Cycles
It takes getting used to; forgetting a while about rain and then remembering it all too suddenly. And that is how it is -- always sudden. Its memory is always quick. When the temperature drops and the body is not hurried in cooling itself, when the wind is ever so slightly tinged with that palpable moisture, that advent of a whole sky's surrender, when the sun is dampened that it should fall away from the clouds-- all these make previous lives so easy, so receptive to remembering.
I was once rain and knew of its varying cycles. Things were different; I was also someone else. But it is only with an acquiesced sentiment that has this very moment undone. I had been, at times, the obstacles I surpassed. This here is a place that can look back and be still..
hush.. quietly.. look back.
Things are different, and there about are reinventions. When it all finally pours down, it shall come in torrents and we shall meet as though we are meeting for the first time.
"even when it rains, i will still come around.."
Listening to : a quiet AJ
I was once rain and knew of its varying cycles. Things were different; I was also someone else. But it is only with an acquiesced sentiment that has this very moment undone. I had been, at times, the obstacles I surpassed. This here is a place that can look back and be still..
hush.. quietly.. look back.
Things are different, and there about are reinventions. When it all finally pours down, it shall come in torrents and we shall meet as though we are meeting for the first time.
"even when it rains, i will still come around.."
Listening to : a quiet AJ