Between the Raindrops
Realizing the world around me.
I stroll between the raindrops and I feel nothing, for no wetness of emotion will touch me. I journey between the raindrops of life and I am dry, I will not allow it in to attack my body, my brain or my senses. I travel between the raindrops of time unscathed by it all, impermeable, unchangeable and inviolable. I roam aimlessly between the raindrops and there is no sense of loss, love, desire or need. I glide between the...