secrets:
rain trickles softly down the window like a whisper, as the gentle ghost of a cloud waits nearby. the forest outside is slightly distorted through the tiny trails of rain droplets, blurred but still beautiful. the world outside the window is the only world that exists at this particular moment, a quiet home to none but the sound of the rain pattering on the leaves and the ground, almost noiseless- the creatures have gone back to their homes for now. the earth breathes but the wind does not stir, shy and almost soundless, it hides itself away when you listen, almost as if it longs to tell you something, but has not yet found a silence quite fitting for its secrets to find your ears.
This whole blog reminds me of you.. I was with you when I wrote all of these. I had you in mind. I miss you forever.
