A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
It's always the rain. It's sad, yet so humble. Nobody likes the rain even though some people feel understood by it. The screams and terrors it hears it responds back to let you know your cries were heard. It's always the rain that leaves you heart broken in reminiscence.
It ponders and wonders, when I will it stop and ever come again.
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