Nights like this,
had me thinking,
under the abyss of milky way and constellations above me,

if anyone is suffering?
if anyone is homeless?
if anyone doesn't have parents?
if anyone is being bullied?

if anyone is in grieve?
if anyone is lonely?
if anyone is dying?
if anyone is wondering like how I am now?

And I wonder and wonder,
even the heartbreaking truth is right in front of my face.
yet I just keep wondering.

And here I am,
of all bitter and sweet,
and how fortunate am I,
to be alive and maybe content with where and who I am now.

but I can't help but
keep wondering...

*if anyone feels the same as I do?

Rain,
the sound of raindrops,
on my rooftop.
a pitch of black.
                 deep within.

Rain,
a whole insecurity,
fills with overwhelming,
like the stars of the dark night.
Holds me. Consumes me.
Eat me alive
              and left me in
                           silence...

Rain,
my demon comes to play,
in grieve.
in absolute compassion.
in death.
Seeking vengeance of the day,
and bearing the false.

Rain,
my companion,
drip, drop, drip, drop.
                    consumes me still...
                           little...
                                  by little.

Rain,
for eternity,
could leave me not,
even happiness found,
can never overcome.

                          *Drip, drop, drip, drop.