It's funny, you know.
When I dance in the rain,
because the sky is dark
and somewhere someone has been struck with a bolt of lighting
the thunder reverberates around the world
and speaks into my soul
and I'm dancing.

I am running and jumping,
the fear of being struck hiding in the back of mind.
"Don't go out, it's not safe"
My conscience warns me.

But I dance, and I dance until my feet fall off
because this world will always be dangerous, someone is going to get struck.
So it might as well be me.
I spin until I slip but then stand back and up and take a bow.

I am a droplet, spinning in the dark.
Landing in the ground, seeping through the dirt.
I mix with blood and tears of the people I couldn't save.
I become one with the earth, because what else am I to do?

The possibility of raw beauty radiates around me.
But the people in this world are dangerous, cruel, selfish.
The capability of empathy. Of fear. The ability to put value onto other's lives,
And were tearing each other apart?

One life. That's all we get.
One life, and we don't know what lies beyond on that, and we have no way of knowing.
Maybe we go to heaven or hell, or become a spirit that's haunts the halls of their lost lives.
Or maybe we cease to exist. Maybe it disappears, maybe we disappear. Completely.

Maybe we become absolutely nothing, like we were never even here. Maybe everything we ever were, ever could possibly be, becomes nothing.

So now I ask you, Is it worth it to destroy each other over what we think will happen?

Am I human? Or am I something else?
Do I belong? Will I ever mean something? Is it possible to be something in a world where you're either nothing or everything?



I pick up disintegrated leaves,
the sound of their crunch ringing in my ears.
They run through my fingers, catching in the wind.
They twirl out of sight and I start walking down the road. A road that never seems to end.

Where am I going?
Who knows.
Who cares?
I'm going, aren't I?
that's all that matters
I'm going when I don't know if it will ever make a difference, but at least I'm trying.

So, why am I dancing in the rain, you ask? When I know it's dangerous, when I'm getting soaked to the bone, my lips turned blue?

Because one day I won't be here. One day you won't be, one day earth won't be here. We'll all be gone and before I'm gone, I want to feel the drops on my skin one last time.

The sweet sting of my icy fingertips catching on the stucco of a wall.
I dance until I can barely stand, because this might be the last time I get the chance to.

It's not safe, I know. But one day I'm going to die.
Our time is limited, my darling.
We're candles that are going to be snuffed out, so take my hand and let me spin you through my driveway.

If we slip, well laugh. But then we'll get back up and keep on dancing.
Do you feel the drops?
Do you feel the sting?
Do you feel the earth, circulating around you?
Can you hear the cries of the damned, just like me, wishing there was something you could do?
Have you seen my leaves, the ones I crunched and watched float from me?
They're yours now. But don't keep them long, they're meant to fly.

Amongst this dark, cloudy sky, it's important to see it's beauty. And live with it, not against it.