#accepting

The Cost of Rain

You were the bright spot on the moon that I named,

something I learned to love from a distance

without understanding what distance takes.

“This is for the best,” they said.

I stayed anyway,

waiting for it to become true.

You told me not to lose my spark,

but you were the flame that taught me how to burn.

And now everything feels like rain—

steady, unchanging.

I keep waiting for your absence to stop looking like you,

but it doesn’t.

It just repeats me back to myself

until I start to feel like something already gone.

“They said it was for the best again,”

as if time was supposed to turn it into truth.

But all I know now

is the cost of rain:

not the falling,

but what used to exist before it started.

And I don’t know what’s worse—

that I’m still waiting for it to get better,

Reason Aligns with Nature, Not Against It

“Listen, you have been digging and snooping, so whut it is it you really wanna know?” Spike took another drink from the bottle of Jack Daniel’s that he was drinking from. “I know you’ve been trying to dig something up me. Well, fine. You want a juicy story?”

He pointed to himself, “Vampire. Right, never once tried to bite you, tempting as that may be. Protected you from demons and vampires… Ever wonder why that is?”