Every night as I walk home along the streets of my school, unraveling thoughts always pop in my mind.

Inexplicably undesirable of the mind. Seeing the first raindrop spatter on my face as I journey home, my whole life force became inclined with it.

The first raindrop continued on becoming a drizzle manifested by the likes of me.

The thoughts became gloomier and sullen and the rain gets harder and stronger.

The thoughts took on a part of me to the point that it were no more detachable.

******* out the life force inside; pouring out as a storm. A storm containing all kinds of pessimism and negativity.

Now the soul is slowly oozing out of the body and what remains to be is a soul that always stays up until midnight.