When it rains, sometimes I can't write. And I hate it.
Rain is supposed to inspire the moody feelings to come out, but instead I seemed to be trapped inside my own mind. It's like I can't find the words to express what I feel.
Sometimes the voices of another world echo in my dreams, but I can't capture them on paper. It's terrible because they visit often when the rain comes.
Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I'm selfish for keeping my thoughts to myself. But sometimes I can't help it. Especially when it rains.
Atmospheres are mostly what I experience in my mind. It's not just a scene or a smell or a thought; it's a myriad of memories falling together and combining into strong feelings of being somewhere that in reality I have never been. Sometimes it's crazy because I remember so many places that I've never visited.
Sometimes I wish I could be bold enough to actually visit these places. Of course, I'm not actually sure if they exist.
When I write these types of posts, my goal is to draw out my thoughts, and now that I read what I wrote, it doesn't make much sense I guess.
Labels: creative writing, impromptu, rain