Big fat drops of rain fell down from the sky, as if god was crying, sending water from his eyes to ours. The drops slither down the window, swimming away from my sight. Then it stops. It sky is painted a deep, dark, gray, light peeking out from the corners of the sky, trying to reach me, and brighten my life. But they fail. Threats close in around me like brick walls. Teasing me with the outside world, beating me down to form with the rest. They find ways to take away my escape, they taunt me with things, material things, that I shouldn't care about, but I do. I care about material, it's all I have experienced. It's all that makes me happy anymore. And I know that's a problem but I don't want to fix it. Because I'm happy this way, being this way makes me happy. So PLEASE, just please, let me be happy.
