Clearing your mind, your soul, the rain comes down, descends upon those who resign themselves to live politely, uttering no sounds, disturbing no one.
Thoughts– turning within, finding a place to reside quietly, taking back your wisdom, taking back your uniqueness, reinforcing a willingness to reside behind the windowpane, reflection disguised as continuance.
The author resides quietly, confirming her intolerance to reside without purpose. “Purpose,” she shouts “belongs to those who remember who they are.” We are all unique. We can not disguise are souls. We belong to ourselves, it is only are outerselves that are intolerant. We reside within and belong regardless of what the outer world cruelly renounces. Let go of those voices that do not allow you to remember who “you” are.