i listen to the quite hum of the radiator that stings slightly at my exposed skin. the rain got to me today and with winter nearing ,the need to find a coat becomes urgent. still i smiled at the people who knew about the rain and pretended like my shaking palms was simply a thing of genetics.
i fill my life with empty conversations and hollow smiles. to doctors it doesn't matter how much i suffer i'm not 'bad' enough to be helped. never a priority so smile, be kind and forget.
that may as well be my life motto by this point as nothing gets past my umbrella. not many people like the rain so they run, hide and wait for it to pass. it's a negative thing that is dreaded or wished away. why does no one like to dance in the rain anymore?
when I try and explain no one understands, they're too caught up in their heads to realise I'm slipping slowly away with the rain.
look out at the stars and try to count each one, impossible isn't it? because by the time you almost reach the end and you think you're okay the sun will come up so it's impossible again. but what you see tonight isn't whats happening now. each ball of light you focus your pathetic eyes on is not shining now, it's the light from 4 light years ago maybe even more. so think as you watch my silently smile to myself that it isn't for you it was for something i felt many years ago.
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umbrella - short story
Short Story. f . (anxiety, lgbt) my world, one laced with anxiety, crashes down on me like rain on a regular basis. so now I remember to hold an umbrella instead of feeling the ache patter down my chest. but normally umbrellas start to break when the weight o...
