I'm Singing in the Rain

Saturday afternoon and I'm stuck at home watching the sky grow darker by the minute, like watching heaven's chaste illumination being engulfed by a blankett of dark, heavy clouds, those that bring about the void when looked upon. A poignant juxtapose between the baby blue ceiling of bright clouds and the grey, tainted waves of light dew above. One could almost drown in tears wishing for the sun to stay. Then again the comfort of knowing that heaven's essence would wash away the darkness soon, although the journey to the sun's triumph would be a thunderous afternoon filled with trepidation in this storm. My parents are out of town, one in the far north of the country, and one only 2 hours away endulging in a game of golf. So here I am with my sorry ass planted in my pretty pink chair, tapping away at my keyboard and occasionally glancing towards the window, at the sky while watching the raindrops splatter in random patterns and wishing for at least, a sunny evening.

One could never be more alone, only with the silence for company, and the void to mourn.