HOW CAN I 💞

They say to close the window when it’s raining. How can I? When the love I have for myself keeps pouring in— how do I control it? Is it only the window that lets it enter, or the little gaps I never noticed? How can I, when the house I’m living in is cracked, the walls no longer strong enough to hold my castle? Now I’m afraid— afraid of when they might fall. How can I, when I am the reason I want the rain? Will it stop by itself? Can I control the rain, or will I just keep floating in it?