She Loves The Rain And You Don’t

IT STARTED to rain. People get their umbrellas to avoid the raindrops, to avoid from getting wet. Some started to run looking for a place nearby to hide from the raindrops, to avoid from getting wet. Some don’t know what to do. Some started to take a ride to avoid from getting wet. Cats and dogs started to run searching for something to use or some place to hide to avoid from getting wet. Birds from different directions started to fly searching for, if not trees then some place to stay to avoid from getting wet.

For that moment, it seems all people, even animals, don’t want to get wet, that’s what they’re thinking; getting wet. Getting wet will ruin them, ruin their day, their clothes, their appearance.

But there is this one girl who, among others, didn’t mind. She watches as the raindrops fall from the sky to the leaves of the trees, to the grasses, to the people, to the rooftop, to earth.

She wanted to feel the touch of the rain. In the middle of that raining, she stayed. She closes her eyes. She felt its touch, its touch seems comforting her. She heard its every drops, its drops seems talking to her. She felt its coldness, its coldness seems hugging her. She opened her eyes and started to run. She runs in circles, arms wide open, through the rain; hugging it, feeling it, appreciating it, letting the water lingers on her skin. A smile was formed in her face, a smile of sadness with appreciation. It was great, really.

If one is watching her right at that moment, they will not recognize the sadness that encompasses her. They will not notice the tears running down her face. They will not see the remorse in her eyes. They will never know that the smile in her face was a smile of sadness.

She loves the rain for it loves her back. It protects her. It makes her happy. It comforts her. It talks to her. And most, it hides her feelings. She felt the safety under the rain. People hate it but always will she loves it.

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It’s Not a Title

MY GOODNESS! I hate this feeling very much! I’m so down. I wanted to cry. I’m dying inside.

Her words have power. Her words have stabbed me without warning. I just read her message for me and it hurts me. The message didn’t mind if it hurts me. I know it’s plain and straightforward but.. but it has a power over me.

I just wanted to yell. I wanted to punch just to let it out. Just to let the hurt, the pain out of me. I was bleeding inside. I want to talk to someone, to release this heaviness I’m carrying inside because I’m feeling that anytime, any moment I could burst. It’s like everybody turned their back on me. It’s like the world turned upside down. My world..

Please watch your words. It’s as sharp as a knife that stabbed me, as fast as a train that hit me. It’s as shit as a shit as a shit which hurts me. Please watch your words, how you throw them at someone. Please… you’re hurting me.

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Too Weak To Smile

SHE JUST wanted to lay down.

She’s too tired
to argue with herself,
too tired
to do anything.

She’s too occupied
to think of any other thing.

She’s too empty
to feel anything.

She’s just tired.
Tired.

She wanted to talk to someone.
But there’s no one wanted to.

She wanted to be happy
but she just can’t
because she’s too weak.
Too weak even just to smile.

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Still a Great Escape

WHEN WHAT I only hear is Music… I am relieved. Relaxed. Alive most of the time. Listening to Music is like drowning my soul into oblivion. When it comes to Music, I am a total random. He makes me feel good, better.

But there are times, instead of bringing me into the world of oblivion, Music drowns me to the sea of heaviness, to the ocean of sadness. He also teaches my tears to run.

I put my earphones on and turn the volume up. I don’t wanna hear anything; about things, about everything. I want to go to where music will bring me, to the world I rarely visit but to the world where I wanted to stay. Listening, sometimes, is tiring; even if there’s no need to do anything at all. No movement needed, no effort required, just time and ears. But even time and ears seem exhausted of waiting and hearing such things. So Music is my savior, he’s my best escape.

He’s my way of escaping but he also catches me, put his arms around me and embraced me tightly. I cannot outrun him because in the first place, I didn’t think of running believing that he will bring me to the world I wanted and when he brought me to the latter world, I can’t struggle anymore because I’m already in that world.  Jailed into the world of worry where he lets my heart feels what I felt, lets myself  worry to what had happened, lets my mind think what I have thought.

People and happenings came flashing, blinding me with pain, hitting me with feelings, stabbing me with remorse. And it’s because of the songs; its mouth singing the words, its hand producing the melody. The words let me remember people, people who matter to me. And the melody lets me remember feelings, feelings I felt for those who matter to me. Then happenings, happenings that have happened to me and to those people. But then, I thank Music for he makes me alive; makes me feel the pain, makes me see the hurt, but then Music also brings me to the world where I belong.

He is still my great escape.

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Every Night Just Let It Out

EVERY NIGHT I lay my head on her
She need not to ask me my problem
I open up the things I can’t bear
Also the things that made me smile then.

When tears started to escape my eyes
She catches it and just let me hug her
Even you, whenever you have blue skies
Just let it out and she’ll always be there.

She’s a true friend of mine and yours
And I know she’s everybody’s friend
Simple as she is, you want to know her?
She’s my pillow, your pillow, our pillow.

Not just a pillow, she’s a friend
Without ears she listens to you at night
Without body she let you hug her
Without eyes she sees your sadness
Without heart she understands you
Without words she comforts you
Just hug her, hug her.

*We’ve got a friend even if we think we’ve got nothing,
we’ve got a friend, we’ve got a friend.*

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