I'm driving home
like everyday
trapped in the traffic.
All is gray.
All is okay.
It rains.
I don't feel
cold or warm.
I just see what happens.
I feel like I wanna drown in the acid those bones hurt inside.
There's something I can't explain, just confusion, behind the eyes.
There are things you can only talk with yourself.
They won't understand,
they don't know.
Listen to the sound of nature.
It's calling out your grave,
that's the existence.
Around me I see
you're all falling,
you're all lost.
A voice in the head calling me,
it's screaming help and crying deep.
The sound of fists on the wall of my mind.
Someone is punching hard from the inside
Shut up!
I need silence to sleep.
Those rain drops on the glass
remind me you're all passing by.
Their weak colors are like your lifes:
confused and obfuscated.
...and now i'm home,
but what is home?
I don't know what is true.
I can't wake up,
would I ever wake up?
It's time to stop thinking
Let Sleep
You should read this writing figuring out the sound of rain falling on a car's glass. You are stuck in a column car. You haven't even turned on the wipers and the drops on the glasses are full of the street lamps' colours.
Your mind start thinking and slips in a state of drowsiness.