My mind wrote this while I walk in the rain – which became an epiphany – I have stop being scared of the rain and embraces it.
You are now here
walking in a bubble of a random thought
currently circulating the mind
of a wanderous writer
who is walking amongst a sea of people
most of them confused of their life’s direction.
You, small as the smallest particle of dust
witnessing shoulders brushing against one another
ignoring pain in each other’s loneliness
in search of their own soul.
You could not close your eyes
And yet you are dreaming of a life
You could never imagine having
In this lifetime.