#mistyc

A little story about this:

When Jabari listened the rain first notes,
his within Ancestors rumbled through him, eager to feel
the water.
He took the rod with his ancestors horns and he went out
to please them.

All the tangled, suffocating thoughts the elders
creates on his body, pretending to control him, were
vaporized with every rain drop.
The Ancestors, refreshed, became peaceful babies
again, so the boy finally was able to rest from their
demanding voices.

Being the grumpy ancients gone with the cold,
Jabari heard the soft whispers of the rain spirits.

“ No more opaque layers around your core.
Embrace the cold.
Every heat is an illusion of comfortability, you can
play with it, but don’t forget to stay
naked at the end, since the corpses are only for the
ones who preserved their name”.