and maybe it’s easier to sit and listen to the rain fall on the concrete ground, to sit and hold warmth in your hands, and a book at length. reading away your reality, to escape, just for a while and not have to worry about the world, or yourself.
and maybe it’s easier to sit and watch the rain fall from the clouds in the sky, to sip on a cup of earl grey and feel your insides warm up with pleasure. to feel the warmth of a fire and musk on your skin, to feel a sense of belonging to the earth, our home.
maybe, it’s easier to just be. to just let the rain keep falling, and the time keep passing. to just be present, and be still and not have a care or a worry in the world. to sit and listen to the kung fu panda soundtrack in the background, while you paint your surroundings, or the people that you love.
maybe, it makes sense to try and find a way to escape though art, technology or work. maybe it makes sense, because we want to just be. we want to know who we are, or, possibly forget who we are, and maybe escaping from whatever that reality is for just a few days, hours or minutes is all it takes to bring us back to reality, and ground us again.
maybe it’s easier to just sit and watch the rain fall, and realise that that’s ok.
it’s ok to just, be.