Mind is flooded with questions. Ones that I can’t answer. The type that is out of my control. It’s like…how come I haven’t seen any rainbows? Maybe some miracles?
Just for maybe five seconds, some flowers to represent the “well done.”
I guess I’m just emotionally exhausted.
Adulthood draining me and my subconscious.
A constant cycle of letting myself out to dry after endless tears feel like a thunderstorm.
I’m drenched with the “Whys” and “if.”
In my stomach the lightning of not feeling good enough.
I feel it strike all the way to my chest. Not killing me though but maybe it should.
…Perhaps one day, when I’m not looking, peace will knock at my doorstep ready to move in with me.
The sky will be clear.
The rain passed away.
All simply because I deserve it.
I deserve to be loved.
I deserve to feel peace.
I deserve the bouquet of flowers ready for me.
All because I deserve to be happy too.
…Until then I wait as I sit in the rain.