Reflecting on has beens...

[wyntereternity]

I hardly remember the days when I carried around all those defective umbrellas

Rain dripped through the holes like the tears ever constant

The sun scorched me like the fear and regret

I though I was carrying a shield, but no, it was a lightening rod

And I was daily struck; it was no rarity then

But now, the rain refreshes my skin and I rather enjoy how it cleanses

And the sun warms my soul and yet my skin remains fair

I watch the lightening from a safe distance now, flickering like explosions of thought among brilliant neurons

And I don't miss the abrasive nature of carelessness...