Pluviophile.
After that unexpected incident, I was never back from my old self.Like there was always a space inside of me that could have been filled by something. I have shown no regrets. After all, I still see myself as a normal girl on a queer state.
I just woke up today feeling nothing. Or should I say.. empty. I was secerely worn-out by a dream I had last night. I could still hear the horror of my own shrieks echoing inside my toasted brain.I was completely on an abstracted state that I even mistaken my coffee for ashtray. Like I was wandering off an unknown pilgrimage and my soul is about to separate from me. I was like this for an hour when my consciousness went back because of the rain. I have anticipated it for seconds.I counted. I waited.One,on my arm..Two,on my left cheek Three, on my coffee and the rest of them raced down like tasting freedom for the first time.The rain fell calmly on my drudging face and clammy hands. I never bothered to make even the slightest move. That time I realized how selfish and obsessed I became, that all I wanted to hear was the sound of this crestfallen rain.
I asked...
"How long will you fall upon thee?"
