What is the point of a lover if you can't trust?
What is the point of a friend if you need to hide?
What is the point of existing...
If you don't want to...?
To be accused, to be stricken, to be dirtied, and to be marked.
There is simply no energy left to fight. I can't even hold it enough, why don't I simply walk off?
And so I did.
The rain was nice.
I dreaded what was coming next, like the inevitable doubt and deep fear that comes at high decisions.
And I thought to myself, what could I have even done different? And I don't see any.
I've been alone before, yes.
I've been surrounded and fulfilled before too.
Is this the consequence of someone who believes that things and actions, such as relations and ships, come and go, like a unique foamed wave on the beach?
You expect it to happen like that, and so you keep up alerting yourself for that to happen.
Like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
At least, I liked walking alone in the rain. Because for a moment I felt like I didn't need to be anywhere else. I could just walk as much as I wanted to.
Not moved, not restricted. In comfort, in freedom.
The rain was nice.