Days like this I get caught in a trance, as the rain hits my face I find myself captured by the mist. Reminiscing of those times when I was too comfortable behind the walls I confined myself in, pretending that numbness was an emotion blindly hoping no one would notice my world painted in grey.
These are my thoughts on a cloudy day. Standing on a weak bridge surrounded by fog knowing if I take step back it’ll lead to a deadly fall. Yet the fear of the unknown soaks into my mind like a sponge, the terror of uncertainty rest on my skin like the dew in the morning. Every step chiseled through my stone heart.
Risking my comfort to see what’s on the other side voices in my head whistling why even try. But there is a sense of peace down on the inside, a blissful voice whispering everything will be alright. The grey fades as I get closer, my eyes shift to a world painted in color. No longer fixating on from whence I came standing on the other side amazed by the blue sky, as the flowers bloom I anticipate something new. Days like this I get caught in a trance, as the rain hits my face I am reminded of what life was like living inside a cocoon.