Since I’ve been gone.

A poem about the fears of a rain drop.

An interesting poem, that you can read a bit slowly to take in all the vibes that are given out. Originally meant to be a slow, contemplative song.

Quotation.

Missing someone special.

Sometimes the clouds play games with the land.

God does not just cry a single teardrop, more than an ocean.

Feeling useless and unwanted. By Simonne Liberty.

Their rapturous fall…

About survival and rebirth after hardship.