What is it with the rain?
Always uttering incomplete thoughts.
I sit down and listen,
but it abruptly ends.
What is it with the rain?
ending when I need more.
I miss the gentle taps,
the loud pours,
the steady rhythms, so serene.
What is it with the rain?
Ending with an incomplete thought.
Doing an imitation of life, nothing lasts too long.

Light reflected on my eyes.

Woke me up from a deep sleep.

It wasn’t a bright shiny morning,

but it woke me up for nothing to keep.

Just reflection on my glass window.

A mirage in a desert so deep.

I go around chasing it,

till I’m so tired, I creep.

Rolling on the endless sand,

then I realize there’s nothing to keep.

But I’m up, so? what now?

I can't go back to sleep!

Awakened by a false light,

to chase nothing I can keep.



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How did I become inaudible?

It's really loud in my head.

I want to stop feeling the images.

I want to stop hearing what you said.

I want to stop being a shadow.

I want to wake up from the dead.



How did I become invisible?

Is that why I can't see straight ahead?

How did I become inaudible?

When it's really loud in my head.

but the truth is, I am mute.

Can I be deaf instead?



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Mirrors

Mirrors  show my reflection,
but they never tell how I feel.
Smiles could send a warm signal,
but they hide the cold within.
Silence could seem peaceful,
but not when it's noisy inside.
It can be bright and shiny on the outside,
Although it's really dark within.
Never believe a reflection,
because it doesn't show what truly is.

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