I touched the world...the world touched me.

it's been pouring heavy rain the whole day...i loved the sound it made on the rooftops. i was watching from a window at the fourth floor of the hospital. i thought of how those raindrops would look when it would fall on him...like that of the leaves' now...it feels cold. would he possibly feel the same cold too? i have been thinking of him the whole week and i am thankful of him...really. i thought all this while that this feeling would never come to me again but now here i am...awe-inspired ,moved and moving on. felt much like of being stuck before he came... used to call my life a piece of shit but now it's coming back to where it used to have meaning. if this rain's heaviness should measure the DEPTH of my soul right now...the heavens would have to pour all that it have just to fill up...i was afraid of how vulnerable i can be if i let my self fall but it just feels good to evade from everyday survival and start LIVING LIFE...i was afraid but when i touched the world, the world touched me.