Dwindling Fate... My rain

My rain is the kindered spirit that was shut up, forgotten about, and is leaking through the cracks

My rain is the unpatient frustrating passion i have for music that only i can hear,

My rain is the voice of unprudent recklessness that's constantly armwrestling a voice of reason that condemns my soul to a mixture of unreasonable unresponsible behaviour as well as the unpredictable act of indepedndent integrity to do what's best for me and those around me and depend on me.

 My rain is the cloud of anger that blinds me when my temper handicapps my ability to think straight or maintain my art.

My rain has clouds of doubt and unacceptance that loom ominously inside my head when a storm is about to burst to a flame of water excretes from my slowly saddening eyes and steal the naiveity of the unsuspecting partner...

 My sun is the jovial feeling of mastering my art

My sun is enjoying the spontainaty of my inner toddler

My sun exalts the love of my flaws as well as exagerating the feelings and traits i behold in me.

My sun breaks the barriers of my rain and my dark....
i provide my light....