It’s raining and I’m stuck! Stuck to my own mesmerized self. An antagonist of my own. Stuck to what may be and my what if’s. Just because the rain won’t stop.
Here I go again, it’s like a bouncing ball. It goes up and down… up and down. I could stare at the ceiling and these painted walls. I’ll go wobble in a nook just to read a book. But alas, I have to move though the rain won’t stop!
On second thoughts, I do have to stay. Wait for awhile until the rain stops. But question is “will it ever stop considering there’s a typhoon here?”
There’s a difference between wanting to write and writing it down. I am feeling both. So there goes the keys as every word unfolds. I know, there’s no better way now than being stuck!