It rained today. Heavily. Slowed down in between but falling harder right after. What did the sky cry for this time? Each raindrop carrying cries of someone, flames of burning corpses, screams of help, loneliness of someone alone and someone surrounded by many too, prayers of everything turning back again just like before. After all they are humans. Watching the raindrops falling on the ground harder each time, it must be keeping company to someone making them feel relaxed for a little time, must be someone's grieving companion, must be someone's reason of joy, must be the only good thing added to their not so good day, must be making someone think that they should give it up as today would make a great environment for mourning if there would be any, must be making someone feel something and helping them releasing their mind wild again which they had been suppressing from a long time cause they thought it was unfair that they lost their child- like innocence and couldn't find anyone who could share their level of maturity, who kept reminding themselves that you're only a child don't grow up even if you did already cause there will be no one to have that talk with, cause you will not want to return back cause you find comfort like this, cold, alone with that mind that no longer is child-like with age of a child, who should feel protected, safe and trusted, worthy of something, instead made their world cold like a fool and doesn't trust anyone and doesn't rely on anyone, last several times it proved why not to. For that the child with no child-like innocence doesn't even wish to have a painless life, for the coldness, pain, numbness with no one to turn to is far more familiar and comforting than everyone it knows. It questions only one thing again and again. Did everyone had to go through something at the age of 6 but that wasn't enough to mature them so even if they did mature more than their current age, it had to go through something again at the age of 12 and when it matured more than before nearly the gap of 6-7 years ahead, it got through something again and matured to an extent she doesn't knows which age, cause she understood seeing around it, age doesn't guarantee matureness. I wonder how lonely and heavy the sky must be that today it cried so hard that its companion wind wasn't able to keep it in control too. The rumbles and thunders of the sky. The lightning, it didn't want to hide anything today, but again, if the things are said clearly, they are still invisible to others. It felt like sky decided to let everyone know how it has been but humans as always thought it in their favorable ways. What a wonderful thing nature is, even when it's in its worst form, it appears so beautiful and gives all kinds of feelings to humans. The child with no child-like mind believes in extinction of humans, it would benefit all life on earth and the planet itself, but at times like these when the sky cries and helps it to run its mind wild enough to write it down, it sees the beauty in everything, every relationship, it ponders on how can humans be so harmful yet a beautiful complex in themselves. It now wishes that humans don't go extinct. For if it does, there would be no one to feel all kinds of things just by the cry of sky, no one would be able to capture the beauty even in the disasters of nature. And at last, one thing that reminds the child with no child-like mind to know itself more and make it proud, is
" And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder."
They weren't called legends without a reason. The child is giving the world another and itself the luxury to feel vulnerable again. Even if it doesn't go well, it will do it again after some time with a different perspective and feelings, cause at last, that's what humans are, a beautiful complex. Like always, starts from something but ends up talking about what a beautiful mess they are. Humans will be humans.
Let's see next time, when will the child with no child-like mind will allow its thoughts to run wild again. It's a fantasy for the child to get its child-like mind back, which won't come true.
