after the way you touched me.

wind rattles at his windowpane, raindrops splashing on their dive down to the earth. the storm is brewing and no matter how much worse it makes his condition he's dying to go out and just soak in the rain. he knows peace in the arms of the world, if only for a moment. he sees the beauty in the water, the waves, the drips and drops. it's like he's found his real home in the lakes and the oceans, yet he can't trust himself to go home just incase he tries to off himself in the beauty. to make up for that lack of trust he seeks solace in the fire. candles, incense, bonfires, or any other flame sparks his attention like nothing else he can think of. brings him a sense of balance in the crazy outside life. he lays in a field, surrounded by overgrown grass, free and untamed. every smile that crosses his lips in this time has at least a little bit of truth behind it. for once he is happy, in this world all alone.  the crisp morning breathes him in, exhaling him into an all new freshness that can only be felt in those early morning hours, before the streets are crowded and the voices turn angry. he could spend his entire life living in those happy hours, if only that didn't mean missing the darkness of the quiet nights. people are told to be morning people OR night people. he doesn't fit into those expectations, he lives for the hours between when the nighttime parties have reached full swing and when the restless workers fight the traffic to get to their same old boring jobs every day. nocturnal, that's what he'd be called if he could spend his hours the way he sees fit.  <3 <3