The falling of the rain.
Drops that gently melt into the ground remind me of a time when worries were only letters.
Worthless, formless. Is the call of silence a farewell forever and the call to come home? Home to me. Home to you.
Are you the wind in the trees? Are you the laughter of a child? Are you the light at the end of a dark night?
Are you the certainty of my thoughts, the feeling of contentment?
Are you the knowledge that everyone is looking for?
Are you life?
