The weather and everything related was a metamorphosis of what I was going through. Try to perceive it.]
My breath was fast...
Yet am living it.
It was raining....
Supposedly a tremendous romantic weather.
But for some loners like me such are more likely to be drop of rains, just the cool breeze feeding your fascination.
You fascinate of being held by your loved one, the special one.
At the moment my doors are locked.
Perhaps I am resisting or have resisted the storm, since I am apprehensive about the consequences - will I be able to control it, or even worse - understand it!
Just a quarter to an octogenarian, am too young to understand these worldly matters, happy to remain naive.
Am I?
The door is still locked, it wishes to check it's security, given the force tampering outside.
The wind outside is really strong enough to unfold the dark reality which I do not hold the courage to face.
Shall I open or shall I leave it that way.
Breathing in would have meant allowing intoxication of my circulatory organ, so the door hasn't yet given up.
The inexplicable moment made me grow more incredulous of the situation and it's consequences. I am perhaps growing a little impatient.
The reason is still to be deciphered.
I guess I wasn't keen enough to answer my own questions. I am disolving in that state, with a chagrin.
I did try to amend it, censuring it, to have a logical explanation, illogically.
