Endless Rain.

It’s gonna rain tonight. And I actually would wet my body walking under the storm until it ends, until the night is over, If just society accepted me this way.  I can still look through the window, I know my intentions, and I can recognize what’s really important.

And It’s certain not the picture they have on me.

Helpless souls wander pointless in the void inside of a confined dark box tasting anguish called life, called to be real, called to be full of dreams, hopeless dreams. And maybe they’re seeking for a place to rest in peace, but there’s no place to stay, no place left to be. Not in peace at least. Endless roads, full of a monochromatic joy it gives on being alive, bounding ourselves on going throw and ahead into the abysmal of the uncertainty and doubt under the price of imminent unavoidable consequences, for so long I can stand, for so far I can see.

But it rains. It calms me down.

Nothing is left, an empty look reveals, no thoughts are there to composing a mindset, no mental logical flux charts are there to explain the facts, because it’s left no facts either. No joy to mask it, no sadness to put it down and happiness is realized of being just a lost word inside your meaningless self, among your meaningless feelings. False are the memories of the past, memories so full of emptiness with no remarkable moments, no remarkable people, nothing that could ever light up a single discrete smile but also no regrets, nothing to regret on. But you keeps on, keeps on in circles. Because you know everything is gone.

And you also know, so is the future.

As the storm falls heavily and unstoppable, let me trapped under the drops that reacts with my acid skin, full of make-up, and holding so much fear, so much despair. Causing a painless suffer weakening my wings so I have no choice than stay here. Staring at blank gray horizon I can review my own pointless speeches while the rain melts it down, running with water flow, to the unknown. So runs away what doesn’t used to matter, an also what matters. An isolated helpless soul in the storm night, just waiting for sea to come, and overflow it, staining its waters, so pure and so cold with the bloody poison of darkest regrets, darkest memories it didn’t even had.

And still dead heroes wait for the reason, wait to the way out of it, after the storm is gone.

But rain will never end.