Sometimes I feel like time stops,
and the only indication of me not being dead is my pounding heart,
that is in rhythm with the party lights.
I walk out to the rain, no thoughts at all - because understating is overrated.
I look at the grey clouds,
beneath them I can only see an endless enigma.
The rain falls down the freckles on my nose,
down my eyes and then my lips,
like salty tears that build a path from pain to love.
I look at the moon and find no end to its gaze -
and then I come alive.