The only sense of reality I have right now are the fast-falling drops of rain that are all but pelting onto my skin. They are relentless in their approach – biting into the cut on my face – yet somehow, they make me feel…I don’t know, grounded, I suppose. Because if it wasn’t for the rain, I’d be too far down in my head, and my thoughts would end up pulling me under eventually. But the cold wind is keeping me stable, and the goosebumps it’s igniting are reminding me that I’m still alive.
