I run the streets like a lost boy without parents to hold him close and guide him home. Its foggy, cold and very damp. The street floors reflect my every move. The water on the ground shows my true self each time I look down. My face bounces off the building windows letting me know I am still alive and moving. I feel the slightest drop of water bounce off of my brow. I look up to see the most beautiful night sky looking down upon me. The clouds circle in around me as if they were to embrace me in their strong arms.
When the air is thick on stormy nights, sometimes I feel like, like I'm being held or I belong to something special. Something so much bigger than myself. The thunder is my very own lullaby letting me know I will be protected against any harm. Pianos play while the rain dances around me and I can hear a peaceful melody. Its almost as if my life turned into a song and the storm is singing to me.
I reach my arms up to touch the water droplets. With every drop, I feel my body being renewed. But I am still lost. I am still not found and I am still searching for someone real to keep me safe. The rain pounds harder now and its beginning to turn on me. I feel the bullets piercing my skin and I run for cover. Under a small piece of cardboard, I sleep. Sleep being the exaggerated word. I do not sleep; I drift then wake back up to another thunderous lullaby not in my favor. Oh how I wish to dream tonight. A dream that can take me into a mystical world where I have my very own savior who holds me tight and tells me they love me each morning.
Its nearly morning and the rain is beginning to ease. I can walk the streets once again searching for a way home or a place to call home. Who knows what the world has in store for me. Sometimes, the best thing to do is to wait and see. Ive done my share of waiting through. Ive been waiting for 17 years to find my real life. Ive been lost since the day I was born. Never knowing who I was or what I was here for. Not being able to tell people where my parents were, because I just didn't know. I never knew the facts. I am still in the same spot as I was as a little child. I don't have any answers to share with the world. But I can tell people that the way the rain hits the buildings, the way the thunder roars over the seas, and the clouds engulf anything in their path, are the most beautiful things on earth. Ive learned that much.
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