The Misunderstood

A selection of skinny thoughts presented in black dots on a piece of paper?


74. Rain

The simple sound of rain hammering against my window is intoxicating my ears and thoughts of you wash over me like the mini streams of rain droplets outside my bedroom window. It's funny how at night the smallest things become large, it shows everything can be powerful and mighty in its own right. Who knew water could be so loud, it's invading my thoughts and all I can feel is the non existent wetness against my skin, all I can smell is my damp clothes that remain dry, all I can taste is the water fast travelling down the features of my face entering my empty mouth. The rain has washed my thoughts of you away and taken your place, it's probably best that way. While rain is soft and soothing to the skin, you're like fire and ice both providing amounts of pain only one can take for so long before their body gives in and can no longer stand being strong to the harsh acts made against it.

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