I like the numbness that comes with insomnia. The deadening that comes with exhaustion. The oblivion and silent chaos that lurks within me. The problems of the world are a sudden far away, the only thing to deal with is me.
The rain seems to be the only thing that tethers me to this plane. I read and I overanalyze. I think too far where others don't go. I wonder and I hope. I get crushed. Inactivity to Ignorance. I hear but don't listen, I look and I don't see. Indifference as a mask. No emotion, no hurt, no love, no gain. Feel nothing but the blunt rain smashing down. Hooded, cloaked, secluded. A spark. Complexity, uncertainty. The loss of what I have to gain what I utmost desire. I want to change the course I'm going. I can't. Powerless and scared. Alone.
I look up. I see. It's you, or atleast you'ish. My heart skips a beat. It can't be. I analyze, you aren't here. You can't be here. And again I'm here. The flood is coming. The banks will flood. The rain will pour.
