Is such a curious thing to be walking in the rain. The world seems so big and so vast. Along the trail, strangers pass by without a second look, and yet you are fully aware of your noisy step. A single thought transforms into a million scenarios in your head, marking the pace as a conductor a full philharmonic. Walking alone, in an invisible bubble that is just a permeable membrane of emotions. Loosing ones connection to the world around us, just because we feel unattached,separated, incomplete.
Walking down the same path for a millionth time. and yet it feels alien, dark. And when our eyes look up, we realize that is not the world that mourn and weeps, is only you that feels rain in your broken heart