The rain is pouring, the wind is howling. It was cold.
I was in a balcony sitting, holding a cup of coffee – thinking.
I looked up, dazed by the floating huge dark clouds;
a sign of no stopping, or will be, anytime soon.
A lingering question..
I want to go out there and soak myself up.
Longing to feel that feeling;
finding what’s missing;
a flowing nostalgia,
where if you blink, it’ll be lost.