It rained today. It was melancholy. It actually felt like home for a moment, I felt deficient, my sadness poured all over me, like a sad song, like a pensive touch, like a lonely echo of isolation. I didn’t find solace as the frigid wind touched my veneer existence, it was something too stale I didn’t even flinch.
I walked through the crowd like a dormant entity, I stopped between sobs of defeat, I didn’t feel anything. I hate the rain, it makes me remember memories, memories that are now sheltered away. I don’t want to cry today.