I was walking in the rain, capturing endless memories of forgotten moments, the rain didn’t feel as heavy on me as the loneliness of the midnight hour. Through the vanity and depths, I crawl to believe that I’m guilty for where I stand – under an everlasting thunder, alone in the dark, looking for light, impatient to wait until the morning.
I’ve seen the world in all its shades, I’ve seen all the people in their pride, but my heart seems to be blind for something real, something still, as still as the breeze of the wind.
I watch the stars, the rain has stopped, but I’m still wet, naked, embarrassed of my own thoughts and cravings. I touch myself thinking of all the men I have loved. I feel complete, angry and hopelessly destroyed.
I wake up in the morning – there is light and I’m back to my life, rushing like everybody else, disappearing like everybody else, fading in the crowd.