Rainy season once more

Vexed.

Of course, since when is that not the case?

The rainy season has began once more.

The fact of the past, inerasable as it is, surfaced. Torment.
I don't look back. Because the lines have been blurred.
Yet...I can't place a finger on what is this feeling again.

The pure feeling of helplessness.
The need for someone to set me free.

I thought, I was the key holder to my cage...But I guessed I was wrong.

Where have I lost myself, along this path to myself?

The rainy season, is the season of tears and sadness and goodbyes.