The way the drizzle of rain falls on open grass, and act like little crystals that shine through the day, or the way that puddles reflect everything in this world, and make it appear like a whole other universe. How moss on streets turn into forest corners, where trees will soon grow and give out patterns of shadows from their leaves.
I like that in everything we see there’s always another story. I like the idea of knowing that there’s so much more than what the insipid normal sight portrays. I like the fact that rain makes me happy for some reason. The trail of thoughts that just appears as if a rainbow magically drew out of the sky, is stunning. I like the idea of these auras.
This world that we live in tells so many stories and why other people look beyond it is painful. Although these ideas ever so often consume me in good spirit, other times it keeps me in a cage where others are free to get a stick and poke me with it.
Either way, I like this world and I love this mood.
I like that in everything we see there’s always another story. I like the idea of knowing that there’s so much more than what the insipid normal sight portrays. I like the fact that rain makes me happy for some reason. The trail of thoughts that just appears as if a rainbow magically drew out of the sky, is stunning. I like the idea of these auras.
This world that we live in tells so many stories and why other people look beyond it is painful. Although these ideas ever so often consume me in good spirit, other times it keeps me in a cage where others are free to get a stick and poke me with it.
Either way, I like this world and I love this mood.
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