it's a sadness about all of these things. not frustrated or angry or even upset just.. sad. it's about the discrepancy between the way things are and the vision: the way things could be, and should be. it's the resounding clash between heaven and earth. and sometimes it causes frustration or anger. tears or trepidation. but tonight, it's nothing more than a long defeat. where really, truly, the only hope is an unseen way.

because the raindrops have returned. they're splashing into the ocean of unknowns in the way raindrops do, and are warping the little light that finds its way into the blue abyss. the funny thing about water, though, is that despite it lessening the ability for vision, hearing is heightened. sound travels faster, fuller. so why am i fighting to see though the water.. when listening, and casting out echoing cries to understand my surroundings, would be far more helpful?