Dear Diarina
,
It was raining when I walked home today... Not really, a rain, just a slight drizzle, but it felt so, so good... It's been so long since I've felt the rain, winds and myself in the rain...
This year I have been cutting classes, until I feel as if there were no use for me to attend any lessons anymore, why for go? However, the guilt in me runs deep and surfaces often... Not that I didn't skip anyway...
I felt a sense of comfort and of finding a long lost friend as I walked in the rain... Only thing is, the drizzle was so small, I did not really quite felt much of it at all... I craved for the days I'd walk home in the midst of a thunderstorm... The rain around me, the wind's melodies, and the storm's jazzy music... The comfort, the true sense of being, I crave for the rain...
Others may see rain as drowning the world with shades of grey, I see the rain as a true reflection of life, each precious teardrop from heaven is a world of its own... It always smell so good during and after rainstorms...
I love the rain~ I love it today~
I missed the heavy heavy jazzy rains~
I wonder when I can see it again~
soon, pls let it be soon...
I have my finals next week... I feel really stressed... Stressed not because of the test, but because I practically do not know anything about the subjects, but don't seem to care...
What the heck? I just feel as if... like... if my life is just snatched away from me in this moment, I would gladly watch it go, and wave goodbye to it... duh~
I'm insane~ I think I'll go back to bed... tired again, I just woke up a few hrs ago... *~* maybe I'll study tml, maybe i'll even pass... I just don't seem to care anymore...
Counting down to Beltane O.S
May 6th, 6.00am
(Sun in Taurus, 15 deg)
Lurve'
En'