look at the rainbow. it's colorful, it's beautiful, it's real.
rain and rainbows
i cannot breathe, nor can i see the escape of this so called confinement.
it is like sinking, into the deep dark waters, with no escape. every time i push myself upwards, to find the escape, to finally breathe and let the sun touch my skin, realizing how i missed the feeling of the wonderful, wonderful sun, the waters would push me downwards. these instances were always so endless, surreal, eerie and beautiful at the same time. it is like a semiconscious dreamland, as the most fleeting of instances, and the shortest minutes of time, passes by like a whirlwind of memories, leaving me behind, and trying so hard to follow, as i paved myself a path to catch up with whatever had just finally, become.
dolly parton once said that if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. it has been raining for quite a while now, and the only thing that keeps me hoping, is the thought of a rainbow, of beautiful colors, of new promises, coming up, coming soon right after these drizzles. i miss runing out in the fields, flying kites, laughing and dancing under the sun's kisses, smelling flowers, stepping on pebbles. i miss the beautiful blue sky, and the wonderful day that it promises. but can it ever stop raining? something inside of me is still breaking, will the sky stop crying when my heart still hasn't found the perfect instance to stop breaking?i am naive. i have childish thoughts of beauty, promises, fullness, and perfection with you. youare my rainbow, out of this rain. you will be those promises i have for so longed awaited to hear. you will be the insignia of a new hope, of a new day, of finally breathing.
but these things won't happen, for they are not real. they remain the figments of some childish imaginations, and as much as i wished that he would be my rainbow, if not, could be, he will never be. maybe that's the alternative. maybe there is always another pavement, a wholly different promise coming out of this endless rain. maybe this time, the rainbow will stay, and the promise, kept.
the rainbow never causes the rain, but rather brings us further away from what once was rain.
maybe, all these times, the rainbow has never ever been, and will never be, you.
