Authored: January 18, 2024

These restless days, my mind overworked
I dream, when I close my eyes, but those dreams are harsh
Yearning for something more than this
But each day, the same, the same.

I stood out in the rain, something different for me
Smiling into the greyscale fog
I let the rain drench me
There is something ancient and beautiful in raindrops.

"Help me," I whispered into the rain
Something splashed way out in the water
The pines around me, swaying softly to the slight winds
Something took hold of me, a thought.

"I remember now," I said into the rain
The rain became a torrent
The fog descended lower
It was suddenly the same.

The world was an iteration
We were an iteration
I stood here, watching the world pass on by
I knew then, that I was an iteration.

Silence.
I got into the car and closed my eyes
And slept to the sound of the rain
And I dreamt.