It’s the sobering sight and sound of rain that floods my mind with memories of you. The raindrops melt against my skin and camouflage the tears I wipe away. The sky weeps and as do I For the love I had, the love I lost and the love I search for in the subtleties of life.
I am a misfortuned soul. Here to please, here to fight. But it’s beginning to take its toll. I am a lover, a monster and a disheveled mess. I can promise you one thing, I need rest.
Sometimes the night acts as a cloak, covering the thoughts and hushing the sounds. But sometimes the night acts as a void, waiting to swallow me whole. I approach the night delicately with caution. I want it to be my friend, and I want it all to end.