It feels like I’ve just woken up from a daydream.
I must have been lost in the clouds for a long time, drifting somewhere between here and nowhere, until suddenly—I woke up.
And now I’m standing here, trying to remember how long I’ve been gone.
I don’t know where I’ve been.
I don’t know how I got here.
I don’t even know when the world started moving again.
All I know is that, for a while, it was quiet.
It was not the kind of silence that screams in your ears or presses against your chest; it wasn’t deafening. Instead, it was gentle, almost comforting.
For a while, everything felt empty.
But this time, the emptiness didn’t frighten me.
There were no feelings to carry, no thoughts to untangle, no pain to endure, no joy I had to hold onto. There was simply… nothing.
And strangely enough, it was peaceful.
To be nothing.
To feel nothing.
To simply exist, without having to exist for anyone or anything.
No expectations. No questions. No purpose I had to fulfill.
Just me, somewhere beneath the quiet, breathing without asking why.
For the first time in a long while, it felt safe.
I think I could have stayed there forever—hidden beneath the silence, tucked away from the world, pretending that time had stopped outside my little sanctuary.
Until I heard it.
Thunder.
Distant at first, but unmistakable.
A storm.
And now I’m left wondering what I’m supposed to do.
Do I stay beneath the covers and wait for it to pass?
Do I close my eyes and return to that quiet place where nothing can reach me?
Or do I step outside and let the rain find me?
Maybe I’m afraid of what the storm will bring.
Maybe I’m afraid that the silence won’t come back once it’s gone.
But some small part of me wonders what it might feel like to stand beneath the rain—not to run from it, not to hide from it, but simply to let it fall.
So here I am, awake again.
The sky is darkening.
The thunder is getting closer.
And for once, I don’t know whether I want to hide from the storm…
or finally let myself get wet.
