The wind plays with my thoughts, as I ride away from the hustle and bustle of this god forsaken town. I see life goes on, inspite of my internal storms. The cars whizz by lonely faces staring out into projections of their internal voids. Buses packed with people with too much to suffer and do, faces gaunt, awestruck by the city's nonchalant swagger. I struggle to find meaning too, what am I here to do? A routine life, that sucks out all the energy from me, leaving me gasping for a purpose. A thunderstorm rumbles away in the distance, echoing my mind's song. Maybe rainfall will wash away all doubts, these niggling fears. A rainfall of faith, a cleansing of a soul tired to it's core. I ride on drenched in a sudden squall, maybe a sign, it will be alright after all. Thunderstorm. #filmwriter2 #yqfilms #tejaswiniaura #thoughts #life #purpose #faith #thunderstorm
