How much better is silence. The coffee mug on the table. My book lying on the side. Resting on my couch, looking at the tree outside. Seeing how it's leafs and branches are dancing with the flow of wind.
Now I see those clouds, dark and thunder announcing that rain is coming from heaven to meet earth.
How much better to sit by myself like completely still. Just like that stillness before the rain starts to pour.
And I wish just like that rain, I could pour my emotions out.
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