Is there anything more romantic than being alone apreciating every drop of the rain? The buzz that you hear, the thunder that screams at you, the sky that shy and the swallows that fly.
If you were born alone, with your birthday suit, and eventually die alone, covering your birthday suit, why are you so afraid of enjoying a part of your life being alone? Be brave and get naked.
I miss the day when I could get naked and run around like the King of the World. Feeling the rain colonizing my body, letting them touch the untouchable, caress my hair and make it as soft as a silk, standing under a gutter like a hermit and the waterfall, playing with the puddle like a poodle. Oh boy, i miss the day when i was a waterbender.