Fooled Again

Fooled Again

The rain fell hard as he stood in the street, with nothing overhead to protect him and just the clothes he wore to keep his skin from becoming soaked by the downpour. if he had any sense he would have run from the torrential downpour and found shelter merely feet away.

But he did not have that fight left in him, no somehow it felt better to be at the mercy of the elements than to be protected and at the mercy of his emotions. the physical element far easier to take than the feelings that would creep into his thoughts and make him feel like something was trying to burrow out from inside of him.

Now he was stood at this crossroads and did not know which way to turn, if there was even a path left from this moment, had things come to this because of his weakness or had he allowed himself to be fooled again?

There are always two sides to every story and everyone involved has their reasons and feels that they will either step forth with and put on display or shrink away to protect themselves.

Time will often tell these things for what they are, but then again that is just a matter of perspective, so standing in the rain is perhaps a better way to find focus on the good things than sitting in the warmth and comfort and thinking of the things that went wrong.