drip
drip
drop
raining. again.
it felt like it was always raining in Tokyo and i didn't mind.
i enjoy the smell of rain mixing with the wet earth. i enjoy the countless droplets coming from the same thing and ending the same way. kind of like people, how ironic.
its true. people are like the rain. we all came from someone and we all leave to end up in the same place. the ground.
death wasn't something that scared me, no not at all, it was actually something that interested me.
just thoughts of wonder filling my brain up with countless questions like, where do your memories go? do we actually have a soul? and where does it go?, but alas there are just some things that just have to be kept a secret.
like myself.
