Learning to Sit With Storms

Weather forecast for today: dark.
Clouds heavy. Sky quiet.
Rain falling — soft, steady, endless.

I sit in a corner,
cigarette in hand,
watching the sky write its own poetry.

There’s something about rain.
Something calming.
It doesn't ask anything of you —
it just is.

And for a moment,
that’s enough.

I used to say I was in love with the whole world.
And maybe I still am —
especially when it wraps itself in its rainy arms.
Every drop feels like a reminder
that it’s okay to feel everything.

They say life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass.
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
But some days,
you don’t need to dance.
You just need to sit still and let it fall.

Let the world be grey.
Let the moment be quiet.
Let it rain.
And just feel.

Because rainy days?
They don’t make me sad.
They make me real.

Funeral of Hearts

She was the sun, shining upon; 

The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. 

He was the moon, painting you; 

With it's glow so vulnerable and pale. 

She was the wind, carrying in; 

All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget. 

He was the fire, restless and wild; 

And you were like a moth to that flame.

From Strangers to Everything (And Sometimes Back Again)

Remember when we were little,
and our parents would say,
“Don’t talk to strangers”?

Funny how life works.
Look around now —
most of the people closest to us
were once complete strangers.
People we didn’t know existed.
People we probably wouldn’t have spoken to
if we still listened to that advice.

Some of them became best friends.
Some, the ones we loved.
Others are just people we vibe with —
part of our world in ways we never planned.

It’s wild, isn’t it?
How someone can walk into your life as nobody,
and suddenly become a reason
you smile differently.

At first, we keep our guard up.
We don’t know their story,
what they carry,
what they might change.

But somehow,
walls fall.
Time passes.
Connections form.
And before we know it,
that stranger becomes someone we couldn’t imagine life without.

But here’s the part that hurts —
sometimes it all reverses.
Someone who once meant everything…
becomes a stranger again.
Like hitting rewind on a bond you never thought would break.

No goodbyes. No closure. Just space.
And silence.

Maybe that’s just how it goes.
Strangers to close.
Close to gone.
A cycle we all live through.

Still, it amazes me.
How the people who shape us the most
were once invisible.
Fate? Coincidence?
I don’t know.

But I do know this:
Some of the deepest parts of our lives
are written by people
we hadn’t even met yet.

Let It Rain

Let It Rain

“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”

Some days, you don’t fight the feelings.
You just sit with them.
Let the sky cry if it needs to.
Let yourself feel — without fixing, without pretending.

It’s okay to be quiet.
It’s okay to not be okay.
You don’t have to fake the sun
when your world is clouded.

Because not every storm
needs to be stopped.
Some just need to pass.

And maybe the most honest thing you can do
is to stand still in the rain
and let it fall
until your heart feels clean again.

Wall of Protection and Mischief

“Sometimes we put up walls. Not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down.”

This is so true.
And don’t blame me if I’ve done it —
if I built a wall around myself.

Because if you really get me,
you’ll know why.

The truth?
The wall wasn’t always there.
But every time we got hurt,
it grew thicker.
Every disappointment added another layer.
And every time someone left,
we learned how to pick up the pieces ourselves.

We started standing back,
hiding behind jokes,
laughing when it hurts,
pretending we're fine.

There’s good and bad about building walls.
Sometimes, they protect us.
Sometimes, they save us from falling apart again.
But yeah — sometimes, they keep the good stuff out too.

We stop caring like we used to.
We stop feeling like we used to.
But it's not because we don’t want to.
It’s because we’re afraid of caring
and getting nothing in return.

So if I seem cold, or hard to reach —
don’t assume I don’t care.
It might just mean I care too much.
And I’m scared.

Because the people who matter…
they won’t just knock on the wall —
they’ll climb over it,
or wait on the other side,
or sit with you until you’re ready to open it yourself.

We’re not afraid to love again.
We’re just afraid of loving alone.

So if you see my wall —
don’t walk away.
Prove to me you’re not like the rest.