Isn't strange how the world darkens because of something as pure as the rain? Could it be the rain is washing away the masks of the world, revealing it's dark insides? Or is it the darkness that is washed away, sinking deep into the ground where it shouldn't be seen again? Only to be dug up by humans who don't know better... But really, it's the human's fault for getting comsumed by the darkness that accumulated within time.
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Intersections, Thunderstorms and No Sense of Direction
PoetryRandom pieces that help me keep writing and expressing myself. Story excrepts or single sentences, whenever I feel inspired or sort through the rubble in my mind. [Warning: First few chapters were written when I was young. Please understand that I w...
