Sunday Rain

It's sunday and i find myself succumbing to the pressure of slinging back to reality.

The sky is dark.

Really... i can't help myself. Te air is cool, the bed is warm. Can i stay? I'll buy you an ice cream tomorrow.

Soft dribbles of rain.

Picture drawn was slowly blurring... twisting... twirling... Hey where are you going?

Moist air touches my cheeks.

Dizzy... soo dizzy. I wake up with a start. Pausing to catch my breath. Slowly caressing my freezing skin.

The sound of thunder.

I rest my head on my pillows. Consuming in deep thought. Nostalgic... Deja vu?

Sharp pain in the middle of the chest.

Deep cut, like a glorious wound in a night's war. I feel weak. No... more like void.

That smile.

The last thing she left me with before stabbing me right at the heart.

Fully awake.

To the fact that my room was complete with her but is completely abandoned at her absence.

Alone.

The truth. The inevitable. It's raining and my cheeks are wet with strange warmness. It is raining on a Sunday,while the sun is smiling on the barren sky outside.

Stupidity.

One may say, to grasp something that is completely intangible, and think that it will stay there forever. Humans are empty vessels with the hunger to love and be loved.

Truly, the empty ones do no last.