The rain is pouring like there’s no tomorrow. In fact, as I stare at the car port, I can see they rain has started to seep into the tiles inside. This is not good at all.
Yet, in my mind there is only one thing I am inclined to do — apart from running — and that is to let my mind wander, to let go because I feel like I have lost my ability to write.
I’ve come to realize that nobody actually reads my blog, so it is a good place for me to write things without any consequences. But let me tell you this — the trauma of people reading your work and attacking you sometimes still prevents a person from doing what they love the most.
I always loved to write but once upon a time — almost 20 years ago, I maintained one of my first dot Com blogs and was bashed for it. Around 6 years later, someone also went through all my blogs and then started to attack me because of what I wrote.
Now hear this, when I write, I usually dump what is in my mind at a given time. Sometimes its more poetic, sometimes its just pure rambling.
I have heard, however, that my writing when I let go is really good, but not that interesting. But now I feel like I do need to have that outlet to clear my head whenever the world decides to rain.
When it rains, I cannot run.
If I cannot run, then my mind wanders here and there.