Rain falls, dropping endlessly to the city, to the ground, and to the heart that is weeping as well as the dim clouds. Rea-ching out, I touched the raindrops by hand and felt something special.
'So familiar, as it is tears from someone's eyes.' I thought.
Few were outside, I could not help singing. I would rather to melt and be like a running brook that sings its own melody to the night. 'Can never get any worse, isn't it?' I murmured.
Like resonating the soul with the whole sphere, the rhyme, the harmony almost took my breath away. The lyric went on:
And on these quiet days
when souls embrace, so silently
And the rain may wash away
all these words that young lovers say…
Wandering, singing, tears going down, I felt blended in the nature. But the indifference from every passers-by admodished me for my loneliness. Yes I AM alone, of course. Otherwise I should be lying on the bed chatting with my beloved. Nearly have I forgot that I was abandoned. 'How does it feel?' I asked me myself. Strange, like I'd never lived, and at the same time had I lived for such a long time that I even got bored living any longer.
'How does it feel?' a voice sounded.
'How does it feel?' so as I replied, as an echo.
'If there IS such thing as hell, I believe that is what I am in right now.' another voice. Maybe… mine?
'This thing cannot go long. I have to make a change.'
Who was it? It didn't matter and it never will. Anyway I knew where I was going, wher I was always BEEN going --