It's raining. It's rainy season. An unprepared fool I am, I forget to bring an umbrella to protect myself from myriad drops of the rain. I don't care, I keep on walking. I'm not worried of the fact that I might get sick after playing within the raindrops. The sickness the heavy rain has been making inside my heart is more painful. I don't know when it would stop or at least slow down its pace into drizzles. I don't pay any damn attentions to how soaked I might look, I always look miserable anyway. Some prepared people bring their umbrellas, some unprepared fools like I am take shelters, at least they are smarter than me now. All of them look at me pitifully, they shout asking me to take a shelter too together with them. I don't listen to them, their concerns are fake. Some children bringing their umbrellas approach me, they start offering me umbrellas, I don't heed them because their concerns must be paid. Those people complain, "What an ill-mannered girl, we all are trying to save her from this rain but she ignores us, just forget her and let her live with her stubborn self, let's us just see she will survive or not." Those children shout and stick their tongues out at me, "What a stingy person you are!" I hear everything what they said, I don't care, I can't feel any sincerity comes from all of you, good people. Besides, ignorance is a bliss, isn't it?
It's raining, heavily. I am drenched. My eyes are watery, I don't know the waters are raindrops or tears. I don't care, just let them be. The road is slippery, I might get slipped anytime. People walk carefully, some of them tippytoe because they are so freaking afraid of falling. Annoying, what's so scary of falling on the road? You would only make your butt have a contact with the ground. Worse, you would injure yourself a little. Worst, you would embarrass yourself since people witnessing how you slip will laugh uncontrollably at you. Are those people scared of the pains it might make? Or they don't wanna embarrass themselves? Yeah, it used to hurt much for me before but I'm get used to it since falling and embarrassing myself are my hobbies, have I told you about these two hobbies of mine? Now, falling feels numb more rather than hurt. Now, embarrassing myself in front of people is not a big deal since I'm ashamed enough of my own self. I keep walking, don't care about anything. What an ignorant girl I am.
It's raining, heavier. Puddles are everywhere. From head to toe, I'm totally wet. I don't wanna save myself and someone to save me is too coward to break through this rain; someone I wish was here to rescue me from this rain, to come to me, to stand beside me protecting me with his umbrella sincerely, to soothe me with his warmth prefers to save himself first. After all, I'm alone, always. Here, within these raindrops after bumping into many people, I finally realized that there are many kinds of people. There are right people, wrong people, people who think they are right, people who think they are wrong, cowards, fake people, sincere people (which are very rare), people who like to disguise behind masks, veiled liars, two-faced people, and more zillions types of people I haven't discovered yet. I think I have to walk within the raindrops more in order to explore the types of people deeper because by hearing the sounds of raindrops touching my head to my shoulders to my palms and to the tops of my feet before falling completely to the the ground, my senses work. I, on the other hand, don't know to which types I belong, I think I am included in not-existed people, invisible people, soul-less people, people who don't have any roles, or I don't know. I hardly recognize myself, all I know now is I have a body like everyone else. I have wants and needs like all of them. I have dreams those other people do. I am just empty, inside. I have substances with no spirit.
It's raining, still. It seems like an unending rain for me.
Would the rainbow come to wipe these raindrops away?
If it wouldn't come, would I survive battling with these raindrops with no weapons?
Sky will answer, soon.
It's raining, still. It seems like an unending rain for me.
Would the rainbow come to wipe these raindrops away?
If it wouldn't come, would I survive battling with these raindrops with no weapons?
Sky will answer, soon.
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