I watch black birds, crows, flying in the night, landing on the oak nearby and I sometimes wish I had wings to fly through the night sky. And I say the night sky because I wouldn't want to fly in the day of the sun, yet I would the rain.
I've said it many times, I love the night and I love the rain. Always have. Don't get me wrong, the sun is indeed beautiful, but it's just too bright for me, comical in a way, if that makes sense. The night has a certain beauty about it, like a beautiful melody of poetry. As does the rain.
Sometimes I find peace in the night and in the rain. Sometimes I don't, but I love it all the same...
I wish it would rain right now. Not because I'm happy or sad, just because I yearn to feel it on my skin and listen to it fall. I crave the thunder, the winds dancing with the trees like wild lovers ready to take on the world and saying fuck the world with a smile on their faces.
My mind is all over the place tonight and I yearn for an embrace, but I'm fine just sitting here appreciating the night and just breathing in the air.
I wanna smile, but then again, I don't and it doesn't bother me because we don't always have to smile in the moment. Doesn't mean we're sad nor mean we're happy, just means we're existing in this moment in time. And that's ok...