"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
Hello! I'm a person on the internet and you can call me ramfeezled or basically anything else you can think of! I'm just here to chill and have fun, and occasionally be funny.
Things I like:
Art! Different Mediums
Reading & Occasionally Writing
Video Games (Mostly Mobile)
Animals and Nature
Dreaming and Daydreaming
Music (Especially on Roadtrips)
Thunderstorms (They Sound and Look Cool)
Probably Other Stuff I'm Forgetting
Nuerodivergency: I'm undiagnosed but quite sure I'm autistic and have social anxiety, though if I have more than that I wouldn't be surprised.
Pronouns (+ Gender): I like they/he (I really don't mind other pronouns though so feel free to use others; anyways it probably helps me figure out better which ones I prefer). As for gender, eh. I don't really like gendered terms like girl/boy/woman/man/etc. I'm just here, no need for a gender label.
Sexuality: Asexual + Aromantic = Aroace
you ever open a message and think ‘what the fuck am I supposed to say to this’
Brave boy
when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe
Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.
One of my favorite screenshots I've taken to this day 😂
Can't argue with that
This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi
I like my own posts. There is very little cohesion here. Also I think this blog nicely sums up a large portion of my personality.
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