This picture kind of reminded me of something. Past life experiences that i’ve had, where i always felt like the world cried with me whenever it rained. The wind that comes from rain tells me that its not just me thats feeling down and sad, but the emotion flies from person to person. I’m not alone. During that time, all i looked forward to was to be by myself, in searching for someone that i cared a lot about, someone that i dont even have to talk to can see in my eyes how i felt.

Leaving home wasnt a good idea, where was i supposed to go? to my friends house? what friends, what true friends? Even if i did live with them, how long could i stay? i couldnt stay forever. No transportation, no money. no nothing. just a mind full of memories with the world on my shoulders….

When i look back at the rain now, it doesnt show me the pain and lonesomeness of what i’ve gone through. it just shows me my strength to be able to hold on that long.. how strong i am.