You look like rain, wild doves in the rain, alpine violets and Persian lilacs, a Samurai in the rain. All the beautiful things are lies. I love classic cinema, Akira Kurosawa movies in particular. The delight of seeing "7 Samurai" ..one of my favorite films ..as there's a scene at a local tavern with the Samurai celebrating, the young one takes a glance into the silvery and heavy downpour of rain, you can hear it, it's soothing as only rain can be, and then we notice the experienced warrior, Kyuzo..while the others celebrate, he's outside training in the pouring rain.
I don't take things for granted. I am on a sick-bed, it's mine and I will lay in it and I will die in it.
I let you read this, I wanted you to see my rotting insides and to stab them all you want because it doesn't matter, I hate what's in me too, it's barely functioning anyway, some far-away drum that doesn't want to make sounds anymore, it's not beating because it wants to, but only because it still can.
The rain today was pleasant and it made me feel a little better, it's all I want, I wish it would rain every single day from here to the end, I have loved rain since the first time I saw it fall, since the first time it hit my face.