Run, Rain and Reminiscence

My eyes fell on that sprawling greenspread besides the road. The drizzle was still on and I was drenched, equally in sweat and rain. Oh memories, what you do sometimes. All that has been left behind, all that would never be discussed again, all those unsaid words, all those words said in vain and all those moments I am thankful of, but can still feel the pain. I am drenched, yes in rain and in sweat and I am soaked with all those leftover unexpressed emotions which are just there. Comedy it is sometimes when you think it, tragedy when you feel it. I can feel it now. All the love and hatred and some emotions which are still unknown, I can feel now. Mixed with sweat and the drops of rain, tears roll down. For all that innocence which got lost in the quagmire of being something and pretending to be something. For all those lost moments which have been beautiful at times or which I want to revisit and change again. Undo, sometimes is impossible to do.

It cleanses you. It does in any form. Water.