Running from the Rain

You had effectively reduced the odds,

At suffering from the rain.

By always carrying an umbrella,

In case the weather will change.

Your friends say you’re crazy,

And you shouldn’t complain.

You’re not made of sugar!

Why carry all the weight?

But you’re stubborn,

And you will not tolerate.

Feeling even a single drop,

Fall upon your face.

Except when you forget,

Because of summer or when you overslept.

When you rush out of the door,

Forgetting what you were always prepared for.

When the first drop of rain,

Penetrates your skin.

It lays bare what you buried,

Deep, deep, within.

You shrink when it starts to pour,

Yearning “It wasn’t raining before!”

Like this thought could somehow,

Dissolve your problem now.

But in an open field,

With no shelter to find.

You were soaked by the rain,

When you finally realized.

That all that you’ve carried,

Over all of those years.

Was not the umbrella,

But the weight of your fears.

Your friends were right,

And you was wrong.

You were afraid to stand strong.

Your reflection in the puddle,

Showed you your true struggle.

So with raindrops on your face,

You let go of the weight,

And finally learned how to stop running from the rain.

Forever Is A Moment

One of the best things in life is when you create a moment with someone, that you wish could last forever.

But in the blink of an eye you’ve moved onto the next fragment, its entire existence vanished only to have been experienced by you.

Since the space we take up for this brief moment in time had been granted to us with an unstoppable force forward, we won’t ever be able to return to what once was. Nevertheless, we still try, with its effect and impact only ever to be realized in hindsight.

I love to see how we have the desire to express its impossible existence. How something that will never be captured identically by someone else, will ever so long be cherished and shared as if it could, through stories, music and art.

So as we cherish our moments while the present is captured by the past and as a memory is planted in our minds, I’d like to think that its only there that a moment can become untouchable to the forces that are yet to come, the only place in space and time where it can last forever.

Because forever, only ever was a moment.