I couldn't remember the image that was in my head. Looking around, while sitting on my terrace, I saw clouds changing their intentions and directions. Rain was on its way once again. I zipped my hoodie, putting both of my hands in my pockets. My mind was sabotaging my futile attempts . It wasn't going to show, nor play in my head. Those times where I would travel inside of my mind, allowing it to play any vivid memory, but this time, the player wasn't in function. Small drops started to fall on the concrete. I better go inside, I said to myself, this weather will be fierce, it tends to appear out of nowhere, making me inspirational. There was this notion that was around me. What was that image that was trying to break free? As if just wanted to get out on the surface, but it was gone.

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