Rain drip drop, tears cast outwards from my heart. Rain drip drop, upon the windows, upon the trees, upon the cars, along the street. The fallen leafs sleep in the puddles, among the mud, among the shadows. There’s a darkness only visible on evenings like this. Perhaps I am the only one to see it. The shadow of a world no longer, yet the ground is so green, so full of life like the soul, mine, that which I once was. My mind wonders, the thoughts thicken, heavy, holding. I am ever darken by my reality, as my other self whispers: “it’s time to wake up” Ah but I would rather stay in this bed and listen to the fallen tears.

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