i trace the raindrops on the bus window
i follow their trail until they disappear
trauma does funny things to you
my memories are like every raindrop
falling, falling, until "plop!"
it's gone
why did I cry so much?
why does my heart feel so tight?
slowly, those memories slip from my brain
in to the void of my chest
where it all compiles in the end
they're no longer in my head
but dumped in my heart to forget
when any small thing happens
it all releases, all into tears
just like the raindrops i trace on the bus window
YOU ARE READING
they come, they go
Randomi write to alleviate my mind of overwhelming thoughts that choke me at night.
