sometimes

with the rain clouds above unfurling with the winds marching in alongside, the trees and grass rustle and sway while leaves and blades dry from the harsh sun sweeps and swirls as the wind passes. reflecting the weather, my mood sways too and thus the weekend come and go with no desire to bake.

sometimes the feeling of solitude is just so great it depresses. it's like watching the sunset above the clouds, a feeling that makes even the expressiveness of words falter. sometimes i hope and pray for that empty seat beside me to be taken. and that loneliness i hold on to preciously is somehow fading away.

i feel like riding on the shinkansen watching the world go pass in a blur as the rain splashes down on the window making the scene outside dreamily comforting as everything seems blanketed with a grey veil. and inside there is calmness and peace in my mind, yet alone. listening to the tatter of the rain and the hypnotising sound of the train flying down the tracks, all is well.