the sound of the rain
I was twenty two years old when I learned that I was addicted to pain. Grief, sadness. All of the above. I was hoarding sadness to the point that I became it. Of course I had happy days, I’ve lived a life some people could only dream of. But, my mind somehow always drifted back to the darkness. I have a leo sun and a pisces moon. a big ego, but hidden well within. I prefer the world to know only what I give it, and I was ashamed to give anything less than perfection. So I never mentioned a word, and unless I said something, no one could ever see it. But I’m starting to realize that they felt it. And the energy behind feelings is much stronger than the lies I was praying their eyes believed. Feelings are truths gifted to us by the Creator, the All-Knowing. That subtle knowing is more fact than any scientific thesis in existence could ever be. There’s a reason lived experiences teach us more than we learn in structured academia. Powerful to say the very least. And here I was, depositing ...