We love spring because we feel alive again, with fresh energies flowing through our veins, with fires burning in our eyes. But what happens when spring settles over a graveyard, and the only life that blooms are the weeds that entangle the dead?

It starts raining outside, with drops that do not come to wash away, to purify and to deliver, but to mourn. We hate rain because it carries discomfort and pain in its tears, we never let our soul dive into the tiny drops and experience its ultimate freedom. Thus, the rain mourns for our loss of perfection, while we grow small and miserable trying to take cover from it.

Smile, move along… and let us show you how beautiful the rainbows manufactured in icy labs can be.

Obsessive song of the day: Samael – Rain.

Categories: Nonsense