Closed

Thunder claps. I stared out the window through the curtain of rain drops at the pale gray sky. The world always looks so peaceful when it rains. Yet I am far from being remotely close to peaceful. I liked to believe that I was weathered enough to face all sorts of emotional curve balls thrown until one recently came from nowhere, at a force I was a little unprepared to handle. And now I feel lost and not-by-choice very alone.