Like the pitter patter of the tiny water drops on the window. Like the steady heartbeats of the person sitting next to me. Unlike the heartbeat of my own, it gets. The pitter patter disappears and a Constance materializes. The persistent dark clouds and rain stop. And a storm begins. The rumbles of the thundering thoughts. The lightning opinions. My mind, My world is in an ongoing war. My mind is collapsing. My thoughts slowly withering away. My ideas decrease. My mind dead with the storm. The sun comes out, but it seems I'm already gone.
