There’s a sad air that resides here, it came when the rain began it’s long spell

It sits with me as a ghost, an old friend that I have forgotten about

It sits with me by candlelight, and watches the flam flicker along with me

Curious it wanders across my room, looking at old relics of happier memories, wondering were it all went

The low hum of the roof being caressed by the rain, it is the only sound I wish to raise my head towards



Outside I look towards the woods, and I see the faint color of faded green

From the slips of my window blinds, I can observe the world with a faint smile

As the night begins to set, the rain is still blessing us with its presence

So I sit with another candlelit moment, as the ghost and I read our stories, to escape the world we breathe in now



Now the morning has come, and I’ve seemed to run out of candles

The ghost weary from its restless slumber, as am I

Another day it seems has come to fruition, another one with the smell of rain

As if the world is on a cycle, or merely my mind has begun to bleed reality, into my own dreams