I used to like the taste of [], especially when it rained. There was something oddly comforting about it — the warmth filling my lungs while the sky poured its heart out. It felt like I was part of something bigger, something raw and alive.
That thought, feels like a lifetime ago. I don’t indulge in such reckless behaviour anymore. Life over the past years has been cleaner, calmer, and perhaps healthier — but if I’m being completely honest, also a little dull. The chaos of youth had its own pulse, a rhythm that made even destruction feel alive. Yet these days, I sometimes have to pinch myself just to feel alive, and even that doesn’t come close to the thrill of what once was.
But I guess that’s how growing up works. The world around you may look the same, but you aren’t.
She Was Sea 