25 April 2012
Drip, drop. The almost warm water washes everything away. All the pain, all the grief.
Drip, drop. It touches my hands. Leaving them cold an purple. I don't mind though, I'm sitting in the rain.
Drip,drop.
The stories of the rain are similar to mine. My life is painful, filled with salty tears.
Drip. Drop.
Sitting In The Rain • Opuss № I