Walking in the Rain
It’s sad how life, and the environment can slowly change you, change your mind, change you’re heart, and soon, you’re just another soul, walking along with the rest.
I used to be the girl, who loved the rain, that I purposely leave umbrella’s at home, just so I can walk in the rain, run if it’s raining hard..
It felt so magical and fun. When you’re heart is in sink with earth, accepting all and rejecting nothing. I miss that me. I don’t know how I changed. Now I want an umberella even when it drizzles. It’s like I no longer have a spark in my soul. Like I’m grown up, and boring, wanting to be just right, perfect.
I miss that old me.
Without the light of divine knowledge, a moral fog settles over humanity so that even the smartest people act in foolish ways. Sin clouds one’s thinking. People become short-sighted, unable to see life from an eternal perspective, and therefore pursue all sorts of ambitions that may provide immediate satisfaction but with damaging effects; they also become one-sided, unable to see life from another person’s perspective, and therefore pursue all sorts of selfish ambitions that rob them of the joys of empathetic relationships. What a depraved mind.. Repent. And never go back to the sin.
I liked him. Two years passed. He liked me. We went out. I got to know him. I was scared. We stopped talking. Two months passed. I talked to him. He said he loved me. I loved him too. Things became quite. We grew apart. He started to lie. I started to hurt. Things stopped making sense. I stopped talking to him. Three months passed. I talked him. He told me he lied. I was speechless. Relieved. Confused. I was Angry. I blew up at him. Things ended. He never contacted me. He left subliminal messages. I ignored. He now hates me.
